My apologies for early arousal
a minute cover and cursed brooch
pin stab bleeding into hearteries.
Repute, rebuke!

Deceptive, Minister, is yr
significant soaking sponge
warm to touch
rays of time shine with Sun’s light.

They shadow lawns
and the death of morninghood
a noon witching hour. Curses
breed corruption.

Flow quick as fluid
to safety. Reborn high
Phoebus Apollo will project himself
’til dusk falls looming beneath the blanket of time

Pieced as one by stars
& it’s dust- A small chaos
in an illusion
in an instant.

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