The Office And The Will
One waits patiently for love
Knuckles white grip obligation
Dormant womb persistent welcome
Hometown Argos, I turn my head from you in the street,
your envelopes unopened emails unread, knocks unanswered.
your envelopes unopened emails unread, knocks unanswered.
Distraction is binge sess, comfortable blanket,
A profane bottle,a rightward swipe, my own hand.
I call the sullen one.
It's cur-kicked circumspect; this devil's price is higher again,
The ritual requires more blood - the leeches are full and I have faded frail.
This is my one task, by love and by law
My liver must regrow, my stone roll back.
This morning the eyes of vice are drawn to Africa
Atop weary stairs the temple sits, lightning in its veins,
the keys of heaven spread lovingly, invitingly, qwertily.
Do I sip the sacred cup or sacrifice myself again on the altar of Alt F4?
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