A primed and importuning conscience calls early.
By rote, I pull from the pages sustenance’s goal.
Pretense is whipped away with the scorpion’s sting,
Poison plunging behind the orbital sockets of my soul.
Pupil and penitent, then prostrate before pundit and priest.
Matthew McConaughey reminds me of the mask upon the myth.
Still, the mind seeks a scene with an impossible new twist,
‘Til the mystical movement fights to feel the spirt lift free,
Rebounding on the mortal moorings with well-worn muscle memory.
Loren M. Lambert © October 26, 2013
By rote, I pull from the pages sustenance’s goal.
Pretense is whipped away with the scorpion’s sting,
Poison plunging behind the orbital sockets of my soul.
Pupil and penitent, then prostrate before pundit and priest.
Matthew McConaughey reminds me of the mask upon the myth.
Still, the mind seeks a scene with an impossible new twist,
‘Til the mystical movement fights to feel the spirt lift free,
Rebounding on the mortal moorings with well-worn muscle memory.
Loren M. Lambert © October 26, 2013
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