The banging drum
Let him in
His sight had grown
A desert skin
Barely shown
But you would know
From mezzanines T
he black aura
Matching hands
He looked subdued
As all his eyes filled up with gloom
The grinding fang
The light adjusts
He passed time living with all he could
Magic keys In bible holes
A tightrope walk
A thawing throne
A careful chore It seeps into
And shines so good It gets to you
Masked and mad
The lover's blues
The living old earth
With stairs to the broom
Bless the curse
The law instructs
Undressed only
To be strung up