No Vexen Zibe
Read / Write Comments | By Vexen Crabtree 2000 Jan
| 1. |
Spirit invocation, do-er of a thinker,
the performer of the unseen, manifested in a scapegoat of skin, with no other destiny than to die. |
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| 2. |
Wait here until there,
second only to death, the spirit invitation, forbidden for the dogma. |
| 3. |
I cannot catch my heart,
departing. Years and days until enact, cut of silk yet rusting. |
| 4. |
Smashed up, shwashed and lost.
Driving fires summoning all, only a few ways taken: The summoning spirit insails me. |
"No Vexen Zibe" is among a few other poems on Vexen's poetry site, Unforgiving Circumstances
Read / Write Comments | By Vexen Crabtree 2000 Jan
