I carry a liberated larder
on my back, an empty larder
it is not

>>>> a secret

but like a Jay it collects secrets — secrets
stored
for no one to see — only me
only mine
this burden of mine
like stockpiled swats seeking twilight targets
{
a lady’s fancy — that moth now departs
drawn towards another light;
}

I carry a larder, liberated
from the pressures of daily duties
offerings of open doors and otherwise
circumcised wormhole rules {dilly dallies}

<prostration; probation; cloudberry jam>

I carry a larder with me , , , , every , , , day
other toil
e
t

b
e
c
o
m
e
s

f
u
l
l

a

foil — for a lifelong search for meaning
up a slippery slope bent on mending
naught
of relevance — substance-less protuberances
in the void of one
still dreaming.

I only have my words
[ — nailed
upon a whitewashed
wall
]
as evidence;
I only hold them high
once every blue moon.

{ — dishwasher-dreams of more — }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

; tumbled dry —
moth ~ mother ~
madness ;

Our crown yields coin
in equivalence of 2p madness beyond our mind

tuppence

to penance

:666:

I only had my words —
but now I have

none

.

<monsters. madness. mirth>

I seek the words long lost. Substance. Mirth.

Mirth. I seek that which once were lost…

(mirth)