keys unlock more secretes of I

keys unlock more secretes of I
wired to slow beast bone dancing
in a celestial corpse
where one dares salmons to jump
snails to move slower than day
I am an antithesis of more
and much more than the less of it

small men congregate continuously
in hollow shadows of old religion
where sword and blunt spear
keep the righteous in line
fall out is in check
as they dream of more
than they can understand

sterile is hate’s true intention
sworn like a dark feather dying
a sooty chimney hat
stuck on forever more or less
leaning against foreheads
and in a cod’s silence
silently dividing the sea

Poetry by Bob The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-11-22 at 22:51

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