What Once Was (auto #3)

Epilogue, you
Strenuous hog, you
Whisky witch,
Scissor ditch

Times twelve.
Even elves, that
Sink and swim
On a whim,

Will do
What you won’t
Expect.
Genuflect and bow

To the altar.
Though never falter
When thinking of sin.
It makes for a win

From what we
Thought was bad.
Are you sad?
Underling,

That jumps and sways,
Please count the days
When I mistook
A gurgling brook

For something clean.
All for its’ sheen
And shiny sparkle,
I became a marble

Or an aggie
That knocked you
From the ring,
My sullen thing.

Think again
And hold the wing
Of hope
And mild joy.

It’s not a toy
Or something bent
But meant to sleep
In a living bosom

And warm embrace.
Your golden face
And eyes of hosts
and silver chalice.

Who once was Alice
And Jan, really
An also ran to rue
The day

They went to play
And hide the plans
For the amusement park
till almost dark.
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Now your voice,
Divine,
I wish was
Mine.

(automatics)
9/1/20