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Mauie Jonas

ADT 122

ACTIVITY 2.1

A womb

It spoke it me

Lark! The vines have bled

Its’ crimson slung low

Beware of the maniac

And its galvanized arms

Rancor, subside

The days, with no numbers

I whispered to the olive tree,

Athena, blessed thee

While father says, “go to the barn”

Owl as white as ivory

Distended, fixture

It belonged to me

Crushed my aversion,

Into a mortar- my own symbol of osteal

My only relic of morality

Love, walk through the fire with me

Let us ramble in the streets

A sight of a ruin, forsaken

A blue bruise in the marvel of an annex unattended

Did something fade?


beneath the wooden creaks of the oak

An arboretum stowed away

The gods have awakened

My Pixote, stray away from plight

The untold suffering

An adamantine treachery.

The snake slithered

Into my open palm

“Dare I beseech you?”

Day will be breaking soon,

Ten ways manifold

“Woe betide you if you do”

I taught you well, son

The owl said.

How long has it been?

Since my gumption eroded,

Eidetic

Solace have you covered thy,

Waves washed over sins

Should I call a convoy with no apologies?

Won’t

Bestow against my scripture

Shan’t be rewarded

Interleave the signs

Fatal ennui,

In the digital age


Pass down the homunculus

Ware of the demolition of facile wit

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