by kholinar

Ever correct in
    perplexing views
        an exchange below
    in gray, floor-less rooms

and glance down so quiet
    to four-fold horror’s crux
as their grips exhausting
    revolving blades pull

to serrate their lives
and adorn a husk
    to free from the jargon
        like dead fireflies

and Intrigue unbound
    sub rosa goes bounding
        to grasses in deserts
        to water from stones

I’ve left there the boredom
    the certainty hanging
        above Death’s Black Spider
    my carcass beneath

and now to the rivers
    the unsure long paths
        The Company of Dreamers
    Tiara and cane…