What Once Was (auto #3)

Epilogue.
You strenuous hog, 
You whisky witch,
Scissor ditch

Times twelve.
Even elves
That sink and swim
On a Keebler 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 we had.
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.
Then 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
With silver chalice.

There once was an Alice
And middle Jan, 
Who really was an also ran
To rue the day

They went off to play
And lost the plans
For the less amusement park
Till almost certain Cincinnati dark.
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Now your voice,
Divine,
I wish was also
Mine.

(automatics)
9/1/20