Worked Craven OverTime
Knots ageless, bind rust binged lisp traces,
Rusk twice baked hinge lethargic braces.
Bask tanned heat surfaced, T Urned leather.
Dost thou dye stain dry rot weather-worth?
Cold reins whip up froth leather hide and seek,
Flailing after math storm surge corvine beaks,
Peck down trodden tread ways threadbare,
Tattered chills pit falls plead pivot crow lairs.
Wherein dried paths, we navigate metered feet,
Awash quicksand, dew yields - sunk, trap doors.
Lash eye lids, crusted sunk sockets, hollow sand caste.
Hourglass hallow mold spectacle bare rhyming abrasion.
Rub a dub tub, does wiggle potbelly jelly, yield razor caw
Screeches stop and go, amid rook filled primordial refrains.
What was, laid over, ‘n overrun backward layered nooks.
Wherein indention, one paper cuts, raven utter lone cry.
Piece meal patch parchment, erosive sod sown foundation.
What arises, soon fails victim, to divining rod down word cracks,
Pondering set quickset, cement setting long ago, solidify vapors.
Yester day’s kneaded wrought wraith - Worked Craven OverTime.
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