Scurry in
To regulate all actions
Subconsciously
Averted noise
A frequency
Destroying
Kindhearted things
Even though the sting
Is in control of
What we’re doing
How we’re being
Innocence perverted
435 million years
Still stand in toe
Raised to rescind
Break the cycle
Arachnid conditions
Eight legged
Superstitions dominating
Ropes and strings
Anticipating us to spring
Cater to the needs
To sit down for
Manipulation
At a feast of scorpions
Walk the tightrope
Don’t wake the beast
A special time
For friends and neighbors
To go to sleep
To misconstrue
Emotional labors
Under our roof
Would be
Embarrassing
We go out of our way
To accommodate
The jurisdiction
Of the kill
Malefic
Obstinate free will
The door swings open
Speedy exit
To escape
Twenty five fatalities
Unsullied magnitude
Brought to its knees
Inside the gallies
That only want to
Be received
Without a ploy
Face value momentarily
Is underrated
And so is joy
At the end of the day
The venom makes
A bold retreat
A single stake
Left to reclaim
The tail hook storm
That has been made
In the wind
That whips the
Shiny everglades
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Poétique 