lost in the black

darling nymphs attack
on the delinquent wings
of another man's crimes

but all I have
is memories of a hooded self
and I have boils,
now that I'm
scarred straight

sticking like goo
to the towering spires
and lost in a million
sparkling tiles

but fortune beguiles
I saw the lights
of an ancient city
that paints the sky

emblazoned with gray they were
with giant, sparkling blacks

I lost myself in these,
the eyes
of my darling friends
that spy

whimpering for freedom
they took me home
saved me from doom
delivering me
free and welcomed
as a child
of an absolute and certain God

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