saving lazarus

[Written on 5/7/2017]

i have no words
breathes the arcanum in fool’s flesh-for-garb.
his goldberg bracelet now dismembered- –
like kismet’s dung { like treasure }

i shall offer unto you
hopes the beast that is not.
his verveful house is spinning on nostrums dipped- –
in the blood of plums { merry-go-oceans }

i shall offer unto you – –

calls he,
to the cherished far-gone, the coveted obsolete—

the heart that 

fuels me. 

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