Through This Veiled Contentment

To hatred avowed, this patron of brows I sing not for sins but for seers in a search

For styrofoams or dire tomes for places unfounded but hallowed at best

I see red forsaken the first blue light of the dawning of chaos, oh such were the price

To payments construed for a lighter blank rue, or so may it be for soon or for later...

Too late now to rake in the latest of moth reasons, or maybe this froth be a-seeping in mind?

Oh low may it be those crones in dead heat I would stifle the cruelty for much in tomfoolery

To this great weak ending I scour the planet for another locked door, so this may be life again or may not?

Through this veiled contentment oh still in this sight a sea of dank seething, of mulch in despair for threesome at best

But to what may I owe this pleasure of bereavement, after that has happened in faith intertwinning?

Oh hallowed and harried my deeming piece of fealty, for this same indiscretion of faith may I aim for the sky

To this ride for a lifetime in chains of black backwards, or deride all you will for this matter of light pleasures

To will off my deed for another brayed sip, on this chalice of fake gold and god-knows-what-ails-it

For the sweetest of nectar on this dark hollowed midnight, much a party for the hearty in a pail of indignity!

But poor not this sane dead for the madman's inertia, I did much in my time a play for no words

Or so it may be that this winter's not over, but forever they'd be starting for the race of fine wilting

To ring in the new year or wring out our frail necks, whatever that may be for whatever our payments

So row from much rowing I did know this so frowning, for saving much forsaking I did time for a-slaying...

SAIF MINTAKA

KL

2012