the motive.

the motive.


float in this faithless lift
a motif in disquieted ease
seek light from out this hand
unbridled taste appease
fucking closer still to see
a loss of coping here
shame is gardened in this heart
in place the master fear
featured black within again
a portrait fading out
spill the dusty shadow lip
a fountain full of doubt
flight inside this heathen lift
a motive quiets this disease
breathe life from out these hands
while ending yours with these.

(C)2012 Chris Vaughn


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