The Cartography of Dusk

Mentor, place me in asylum;
And feed me Canterbury Tales;
As though this thirst for knowledge
Could you consume me.

Moistened synonyms for hatred
Brush against my skin,
Leaving the dust of yesterday
Upon my lips.

It was in this space,
That all our lost and forgotten
Confessions we rehearsed;

I slew my demons
That day;

Putting on an overcoat,
While hallucinations had their run
Of it.

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