by FTS Miles   Apr 16, 2015

September 25, 2009

Chaos are her words,
patina of lost lore
gleaning through the mutter
or the rambling parlance
of vanished tongues,
protestations of sanity
obfuscated amidst the devilry
of wild eyes shifting hue
until her idiom is all Other,
familiar 'pon the ear
only once subsumed
are the Forgotten.


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