Marrow of Desire
They transcend flesh, your bones without a fire
Pink’s deep blush stains beneath your skin’s decay
Time’s grace will starve your marrow of desire
Fat-necked and dumb, you swagger and conspire
Your spine bent twisted from the truth’s right stay
They transcend flesh, your bones without a fire
Greed clicks your knuckles, limbs squinch up in ire
Hips balloon and sway in worldly dismay
Time’s grace will starve your marrow of desire
Your lies float like feathers whispering mire
You seek black sand where you can stand and bray
They transcend flesh, your bones without a fire
Your belly boasts its burden to the pyre
Your brain sulks as old hungers try to play
Time’s grace will starve your marrow of desire
You try to laugh but just grow thick and tire
Your dreary ear turns heaven’s chimes away
They transcend flesh, your bones without a fire
Time’s grace will starve your marrow of desire
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