Xenolith
chip away at my rough edges
at the altar of my selfish pride
fulcrumed by my idol wedges
the gods I worship, toward whom I slide
find within the core, the essence
the creature my sin aims to hide
tuned to a perfect resonance
intoning song for which I’m designed
Poetry Scales 133
at the altar of my selfish pride
fulcrumed by my idol wedges
the gods I worship, toward whom I slide
find within the core, the essence
the creature my sin aims to hide
tuned to a perfect resonance
intoning song for which I’m designed
Poetry Scales 133
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