A notebook bulletin board
tacked on when randomly bored
applied thoughts in a scribblebook
open for the world to look who passes by
so fast to see like a needle in a haystack we
safely stash those innermost secrets thought to be
at least you see languishing up and into pristine
blossoms for you to pick and sniff and hope
they don't make you sick.


A mended paper

We are part of the universal quill 
The ink that matters from the dark
Packed in a barrel invisible to this world
The nib forged of an element
Discovered winking in the Sun.

And the lightest agent of combustion 
To produce water will be crowned 
By a long buried sigil for unearthing.

So let flow the mimicry of your creeds
Letting angels bleed stardust and demons  
Sow seeds so the trail of lies you've left behind 
Staining the very fabric of our lives might
Be worth revising now if you don't mind.

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