Pick a lock
To the compass heart
Scarlet clock bristles
Knocking on the door: Today!
Griddle Atlantic’s eyes
By the grave’s command
Will the sun question its might?
Will it paint the sky with colour?
Cavalry’s wardrobe
Filled with slick and slacker
A curse hidden between its fingers
Silent like a seal that cannot beg
Walk adjacent to the Devil’s circuit
Wade in liberty
Lie to me, exponent of dream
A rose’s final wish
Safe in the chambers of my soul
Untouched by disk or shadow
Two worlds: one hour before, one hour after
Bulb into bulb, silver unto silver
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