In Lieu of Inventory
My heart be black, my hands tied be,
My blood be frozen in the tree,
My song be black, my will ain’t free -
And all my arms can give is me.
Barefooted, bareskinned,
Hair flaming, ashen grinned -
In the lake, into the dark,
Drowning my darkened arc,
In the timeless time submerged,
In the open air smudged,
In the lost forgotten Dawn
I would like Me to be known.
But...
...there’re no words I’ve left unspoken,
And no rules I’ve left unbroken,
And the time I’ve still amok run
Says “You don’t deserve that token!”
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