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The girl who cried time

An eternal currency 

In the management of spoken word 

Where at least blood has teeth

And violence keeps track 

Carrying gloom and glory 

She was sent from the prophet’s death 

Caused of an all attractive God 

Eaten 

But arrived too late

Having already exhausted it’s meaning 

The water being deeper than it appears 

Shining only by its own reflection

Oratorical word pictures 

The pleasures of machination 

A mercurial fidelity 

Reinjection, resurrection 

Despotic funerals for morose ghosts 

Those dangerous allies 

Wind spoiled and sun worn

Our gods torn to pieces 

Lamps lit for chasing haze