THE NON-WANDERER in the WHEREWITHAL wherewithal... shall this be called... this name unnumbered... this disfigured face... this state of mind misplaced... yet set free? yes! wherewithal... shall this be called this... untamed Beast... that tattered and that...shattered man... so unmoved by ALL that flattery he is that Spook set down upon... the open floor write here... by... the unhinged... Book of Doors. a vagrant... with no look of flagrancy a little gos...ad hoc... just lingering as if to spit... he as if to... split with broken fingers... pick this lock... of pleasure on the treasure trove... of the til tumblers drop edge upon the fringes... the quest for who I AM... not in disguise is who he is.... no more truthful question than its answer... foer it ia naught you see...but that...simple thing... I see drawn... so openlu the key in has... and cut... with no stencils sent my time spent as... a guide in these. the where with ALL of... ALL of me and what... could I be... but he that is in word and deed... the non-wanderer the planrt of seed at the gate and subtle supplanter of... the former foremost wailer at... the wall. he... to every degree the provost marshall the martial of the mastery... the wherewithal... of the noteworthy one... of silence? who could it be... but me that resides inside... of speech... so stilled. as it is quilled so note it be AM I... not to be he... that sings his song in such disquieted calls? I the where with ALL... the ALL in ALL... of poetry? Pantherion Speaks through PRIME Scribes © 2014
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 14:21:23 +0000
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