Morning
Scaly like 3
Octaves of repetitious
Reptilian skin
Molting
At its own pace
Submersion is a sharp
With sly surrenders
To symphonies and of course
A tympani
Swiftly knocking
Beats
Go on
But underneath
Or so I thought…
Penalties, perjuries
Penance
Whichever comes first
Reprise.
Please refrain
Refined
Natural intake
Of land untouched
As a new
Daydream
Like some sort
Of Pentecost.
Burning. Holes
In peoples’
Pockets.
Octaves of repetitious
Reptilian skin
Molting
At its own pace
Submersion is a sharp
With sly surrenders
To symphonies and of course
A tympani
Swiftly knocking
Beats
Go on
But underneath
Or so I thought…
Penalties, perjuries
Penance
Whichever comes first
Reprise.
Please refrain
Refined
Natural intake
Of land untouched
As a new
Daydream
Like some sort
Of Pentecost.
Burning. Holes
In peoples’
Pockets.
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