Jitter Issue #2
Twisted Ruminations
Night is a secret worldA rusted hour glassWhose boneless magicGrins and tremblesIn the olden shiftingOf forever bountiful shadowsWhere starlight dripsWith the salivaOf hallucinationsTill the ancient gatesOf my very bloodTighten downInto a farewellUntil my nameIs only wanderingsIn the ominous fleshOf a brain that grinds the jadeOf the fearful unknownAnd other vast strange thingsThat seek out my bodyLike a blade to see whatForbidden delicacies it might contain.