// mind's {grey} eye //
LINDEN: the apple of his eye
whispering whims for sins to die
A FRUIT: mouths have scorned can imply
questions of what and where and why
OH DEAR EVE: why do you rely
on a spiteful snake's huff and sigh
GOD FORBID: he cannot deny
these views of great truths and a lie
a tang of heaven heaves you high
a stroke of nonpareil does cry
a sigil as this can imply
a presage for us to just try
YOU ARE READING
Ribcage
Poetry❝ Hearts are wild creatures, that is why our ribs are cages. ❞ © nate k. 2014
