It was there creeping along the bloodshot curtains
Faint- seeping in the void black
Near the edge, it was worth turning
It was warm but didn’t burn
I’d run but it waited
It stilted in light through moonless nights

Slowly and swiftly it ensued
Imbued in hubris, inoculated
Away from all the fiendish
Into its warmth of solicitude
It escalated felicity to nobs

Whirled mire in swabs
Elicited probity and pluch
Sifted in esse, within it brought milieage
It outshone bliss and exstare
It will bide
Today and forever


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