Friday, June 13, 2014

Hermit of Lust, Eve Featherstone

I spun out the sad ones
The mad ones the old
I shunned out the addicted
The rude and the bold.

Those that live mostly
In past pain won't last
Those who are hostile
Rage-filled and mad . . .

Don't fill a sentence
Of my current page
I'm writing fast now
Of fleetness not age

Bring in those
Unmet yet now
Soon to be known
As from the wheel
I am thrown

Entering hermit
of lust and of self
Knowing I am fit
for alchemy well.

-EVE Featherstone

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