Wormwood

no final word
that ain’t right
I visit stars
pen your flight

soar toward me
tight’r each time
wrest your snakes
you, my lion

color our roles
bigger than books
how love feels
never just looks

devout get out
poor tomes divine
yet walk away
twice as blind

army in place
drums now heard
story be done
your final word

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