Jon Doe


Unfound - Poem by Jon Doe

A dreaming pontiff in the Cimmerian shade, bedding the affinity of his indecent texture,
lays in robes of sweet and old, as a preening specter, keeping ageless hours in his woes,
rasping under the fault and purposeful mind, believing to his deviant loves spouting souls,
that faith is blind, and succumbs to torture, in the mirror image of the knowingly divine,
from far beneath this dead knoll, beating entrusted, a fettering whole, extremity of decree


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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 27, 2010



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