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The World is Your Voice

Breath commands,
Your tongue and beak,
Words and wars,
Adorn your speak,
Anaemic lunges,
Pounce in streaks,
Of river's fonts,
And flowing streets
Deemed to cross the fabled lines,
Worship crimes to come,
Align in smatterings,
Of crooked spines,
Pass the stilted,
Rush of brine,
Heaves the shores,
Commands the sties,
Abashed clumps of stemming pines,
Erupt around the borders,
Of your mind
Reminisce,
The shining rays,
Dusk brimming,
Droplets looming,
They retract,
Thoughtlessly,
With impurity,
The Pond deceives their fertile bends,
And tender shapes,
Rippling unconsciously,
Fluidity,
Piles on obscurity,
And shackles fathoms of deformity,
To the breadth of depth,
Of tranquil clarity
Distended joints,
Contract in flux,
Integuments,
Of mold and musk,
Their wicked muse combines,
Convinced, they part,
In ships for husks,
Beyond the notion,
Of the motions
Knead the future,
Shalk the past,
Forsooth the buds will shine,
With luster,
Tend to the Garden,
Hanging calmly here,
Allow its fragile hum to emanate,
These thirsty limbs will thrash in bouts,
Groom each thistle's noble sprouts,
With dignity, and they will reimburse you,
Nourishment will swell within,
And virgins will prance pithy,
At your earthly feet!
"Amused,
He perused,
Past the fray,
For fierce devotion,
Unto Him,
They spoke,
In oceans,
Heaped with words,
And syllabic wards,
He tempted their bonds,
And willed unwilling,
Thoughts they craved to relish,
Up top,
Beyond the ilk of Babylon,
The Keeper sleeps,
His Disdain contorted,
Humility shuns his staunch demeanor,
"Reach Heaven through violence, then"
He utters, steeped in prayer."
Words from worlds,
Amalgamate,
Though fewer than the Kaliphate,
He stirs his scepter,
Circles fly,
Around the spectres,
In the sky,
And stops at once as Adam,
Brews,
Kaleidoscopes,
From twisted views,
Passion is to sacrilege,
As hatred is to oaken pews,
Contrite...
©carteriuni