micropoetry: process – 01/04/22

speaking a language, in tongues befitting a
dark dagger-like crown,
with a purity hidden deep within auric angelite
surrounding anaemic complexions with
truths damned-well-tolds,
a peeking into the gloom of their dastardly hidden rooms,
roam, oh how I will roam in lairs of darkness,
invitations extending to no luminescent process,
luminal passageways to their hearts,
navigation with most careful of prowess.

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