
TRIPARTITE SO(U)L MACHINE
On gossamer strings you pulled me,
Entangled in the visceral mind.
You really believed you fooled me
But you’re the one left in a bind.
My One Strength denies your power plays,
Like garbage collects in a sieve.
Which is to say, if you don’t change your ways,
I don’t care if we ever leave.
Infernally doomed,
Eternally saved.
TRIPARTITE SO(U)L MACHINE
Vision consumed
And on stone engraved.
TRIPARTITE SO(U)L MACHINE
Fading with time,
The canvas rubbed blank.
TRIPARTITE SO(U)L MACHINE
Now for this rhyme
You have me to thank!
TRIPARTITE SO(U)L MACHINE
***** * *****
Bones of the Earth
I am...
the bones of the earth.
I creak and click
and snap and snick.
I whisper the words
that make sinew stick
to stones, for what it’s worth.
I find no reason
to disrupt the season,
this moment of decay,
for on cloud nine or in the pit
we only ever accrue it...
to give it away.
I am...
About the Creator
C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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