Esoteric Espionage

The bite that tore his foreskin,
Placed me seven paces away
From his company;
Took me for a fool,
Took my kiss for granted;

Embellishments,
Placed upon pornographic imagery,
Idols of saints fornicating,
Missionary with the host of Heaven,

Drab,
Like the sun buried beneath the sands,
She wore her necklace made of starlight;
And I rescinded,

But in my voice there was a dissonance;
And I can’t heal the apostolic uncertainties
Whose deaths are cast by lots.

Needless needles
Swollen infirmities
Chasing after
Illusions in the dark.

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