Jon Doe


To Your Dying Spirit - Poem by Jon Doe

deigned for my unction
in order to consumate remorse
twice procured in light
as asomber force of dirt
fettering what's belonged
to the songs of eyes
similar to your skin
which ive longed to despise
this is not here
you are no place for treble
or for a novel mans attempt to pore
duabing out the worlds forever
apity to be touchless
without a pomp or pinion
the sedge of self-gratulation
is the beginning to all within them
as you look at me as complication
to your dying spirit
or as lineaments of imagination
where never you shall know
the walls you are
are the way you know
yet resemble nothing in nature


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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 27, 2010



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