A Primrose FallacyShe would rather I believe any other rather than none Pious for the sake of gnomes left to burn in open fields and open doorways Venomous serums administered by hordes of madmen Poignancy throbbing through their holsters Inevitably tended upon by widowed nurses endlessly aching for the ravens to caw their strain Information on crumpled parchment Information smothered by vast particulars Take them where they can spin no yarns Heed their wails and bear witness of no known mercy Give them light, only to snuff out their brilliance with a searing gleam Who would she have me believe in? If not for no one and none and nothing I want her righteous heart more than I care to admit Scratching that prickle for a compassionate deity Spent on time for the sake of seeing time pass Counting blessings in lieu of follicle enumeration If any are listening then I expect them to attune my bellow For all who would also cry an octave higher Justice for the souls who had no say Salvation for the kindred a mile in every direction Profit for the investors relegated to any tier but first Now is not suggestion Now is a reasonable demand of overlooked vassals Courteous to a limit, limited only by the discourteous bromides Return the favors that were never beckoned to begin with and offer homage for the souls earlier deemed unfit to pass I will believe for her then as she asks of me; any other above none at all WidgetFractures are rarely ever hairline Bled from bone; bleeding out when there is depth An assembly line is a median causation, where the mundane begets the norm, and attention is drawn toward details and detail is not capacious A single contraption Born of many Borne across the well-worn pavement Given enough time the contraption withers, its function outlived by untold, but not by all A den formulated by a family television A porch held true by holding hearth A playground swing offers comfort of a thousand paternal interactions Except when it doesn’t; made hollow when the blood has all been drained Remaining hidden in the shadows, residing smugly in the details SpouseMy Europeanness fails to match her Europeanness The ancestry is weaker A lineage of no noteworthy stock Hers roamed untethered across mountains and immense bodies of water, while mine prayed to be kept safe from her people O’ but then, my head in her hands Centuries later the structure of her face, and the strength in her fingers demand I forget myself I made vows to keep her safe Promises inverted long before ever spoken Rubbing away the worry My head in her hands I do all to live up to our contemporary bridge, worrying just the same We owe each other nothing Derived from opposite sides of a fitful continent divided by mountains and immense bodies of water Roamed by Corsicans and Heathens and unpronounceable tribes conjoined by heat and dust and slough Promises made by two for the benefit of all who descended Her presence keeps me still Meant to calm I am calm My head in her hands The city long ago sacked To a “T” |
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