Ye Who Dare Enter
Beyond this page
there is a pocket
With items you dare
not find in a locket,
So if you dare
don't look back at me
with a cold sweated stare
At what came to me
in an imaginitive flair.
What has come to me
from Gods' own docket
through my pocket
Provides a reveree
to me, mindful
of places, I like to be.
The hair of a hare
The flight of a feather
The exfoliated skin
of a serpant
The mineral unearthed
of bluest blue
The intricate laced
left wing of an
irridescent dragonfly
The illegable scrawl
of a water bled map.
emmett
there is a pocket
With items you dare
not find in a locket,
So if you dare
don't look back at me
with a cold sweated stare
At what came to me
in an imaginitive flair.
What has come to me
from Gods' own docket
through my pocket
Provides a reveree
to me, mindful
of places, I like to be.
The hair of a hare
The flight of a feather
The exfoliated skin
of a serpant
The mineral unearthed
of bluest blue
The intricate laced
left wing of an
irridescent dragonfly
The illegable scrawl
of a water bled map.
emmett
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