Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on July 30th of 2018. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account each day for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.

Where did my mind go last night?

In what lane did the vines stick to delight for fear of fright?

Crypticism begins with blood, all over the forgotten stove.

Left in wait beneath the guns, towards the heavens fire rose.

Numerous wounds to the loose, shall one begin the fire?

Humorous tunes to the noose, dare ye face my empire?

But a frivolous rat in an exotic street

Chased by a deadly cat towards the magma creek.

My mind melts away, like dust into clay.

From the shallow grave, carry on I say.

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