Beckerwyth is Thinking

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Here, time suspended from time immemorial

Laconic thoughts beat as henchpins to dust

Floating along corridors of brazen driftwood

Seizing snatches of wallpaper as ceaseless motion drives

Before they called him Beckerwyth the thinker

Arrows of playful fire stung sprites in his mind

Altitudes of forgiving made cleansing a given

Listless passengers clenched stale tickets to board

Waysides of harbors held insouciant matches

Gliders of marigold made life seem less dark

Spinners in prisons of unfettered boundaries

Pleading with Beckerwyth to buffer their march

Pylons and styluses held high toward the heavens

Bleeding rethinking of something from God

Shunners in valleys held tight by the floodgates

Sopping hysteria had cartwheeled and larked

Dozers on boulders refrained from remembering

Septic dyspeptics unchained their gaunt servants

Loathing and howling as Beckerwyth went prowling

Flights of puce fury sequestered their idols

Nemeses’ cysts aching in morbid deliverance

Cattle guards mundane are set to the cowl

Beckerwyth is thinking as Derry lights cease twinkling

Colorguard shoulders and labored, dismounts

Distempered factories resume their smoke-stacking

Honored performers are stripped of their rank

Pantyhose pinpoints the way of the weakling

Needlepoint fashions a raiment of shame

Golems in watchtowers throw dice at fair passers

Kobolds in cupboards make sport with their alms

Fairies at lathes make tools for nose picking

Wizards in tunnels scratch maps on the walls

Distempered doctors scrawl scripts for Levitra

Sleepy old men now have one more bone

Jealous inspectors want tips for their service

Rotgut hors d’oeuvres are left by the phone

Mynahs on pirates who pine for the mainland

Soldiers take umbrage as carrots are grown

Spacious verandas hold fumbling bagpipers

Beach children dig up a heart made of stone