A Tributary In Servitude 4 Irritations Of The Oyster
The waters tumble on into the heart of coalthe waters tumbleout with armoured fists to tame a prodigal.My country wobbles fumbles, tumbles, crumblesMy country rumblesand my waters tumble on.Into the waiting moulds of ruin in the woodsnew airs cleave to loins on arrival— media hype for the filthy lucre.New occupations for a mind unformed scarecrow on the bannerunholy, unworthy ex-director of slavesToo insignificant and sinful to bear the sandals ofHethat comes after now.Studying Da Vinci codes and the seven books of failure, oracular sorcery, the practiceof running a grocery that will fill my mouth—My country wobbles fumbles, tumbles, crumblesMy country rumblesand my waters tumble on.Into the waiting moulds of ruin in the woodsfinally, the egg hits the rock;I have danced to man-made tunes slowly my feet withdraw.Hurray for the potter foraging clay by the burrows of a crab,who, pounding them for the wheel sighted a recalcitrant lumpand lifted it to the valve of his drumWho, drawing from the ticktack interpreted the friction within as irritations permeating an oyster just before a pearl is born.A force, magnetic and fanatic, invites free hands to Freedom.The judge unbundles the language of Babeland the mind wanders off into hermit-like exile— grieved of the mob action that lynched the Son.O hatchling, O fledgling crack with thine feeble beak the bonds of their iron—come taste the newness of dawn.For none shall conquer the riddle of your mythfor honey shall nurture the contours of your smile.Your presence, forever constant like the coming dawn all around but forever elusive,optical illusions for the falconer.Unsheathe your sword for sharpening for your missionYour wears shall be lion-skin your food, wild-honeyand out of every eater that dares to roar shall you make a meal of red-fresh meat.
Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.Bloom O fledgling upon this totem the moonstone is anchor on this expanse of lifeless watersYour country wobbles fumbles, tumbles, rumblesThere are many motions in the parliament of termites but none shall be law unto thine stone…