Auspice Christo

Tare: the fury.

One tear drips,
Now jack be nimble
And jack be quick,

Stay awake
Through the night
With a candlestick.

And I tear this seam from end to end,
Any scene
Within this splinter,

Broken backs are born to it.

I've long felt the call of this fissure,
Tiny island
Of durress.

Felt that coal burn tides of winter,
Tidy island,
Force of men.

Time spills so send me swimming sister,
Ocean island,
House of rest.

And clams baked into the ocean's tide,
Minds break down slow decline.
I've only just a minute more of time,

So I stew and succor,
Slow decline.
Smooth and supple,
Strong and fine.

To denote this revision,
Demonstrative tone.

Tell them all of quick submersion,
Baptized in my own home.

Emerging spindles tokens like a delicate tome.

And Tom told me,
He sent the mail,
Of a mountain's secret,
The Sangraal.

How to get my feet to find her,
The one who'll tell!

I say this lance a burdon,
Broken king Fish,
Evil spell.

Yet these eyes can soon be proctor,
Middle diamond,
Camel's field.

I fell wild forests in just my passion,
Prayed this spinstress
Would show the trail.

Her mind is often active,
A stoic symbol
In one so frail.

Where is it? Monsalvant!
Give me peace
And tell.

But lo, I've succomb
To a ghastly jail.
This twisted demon,
This evil sail,
Part mine and part this spell maid.
Born to run dear,
Born from hell!

What God would make such a mistress
Cornerstone?
Born from one
And unto ten.
Part mine and part this fixture's.
Born from one
And unto them.

Our Saviour is a commoners fare.
I look at them
Through eyes of aether,
Am struck with wonder most severe.

That salvation is just misfortune.
I know that Christ is perfect
And we are one to all who care,
But his death can be your burden,
Trade it in now time to kill.
Trade broken habits to destruction,
Trade within the fire's stare.
All death is one to function, give me that,
The purest fare.

Light my mind in earnest
In order to hear
The tolling bell.

I've watched wisdom burning,
I've seen the tale's tell.
I hope and I am worthy,
This death will be your sail.

Yonder Mountain awaits.