Beautiful Lamentation

Passing abandoned
Buildings trafficking in ghosts
When few understood me
Nor I myself. Stumbling in
To unravel mysteries
There were no signs, no
Ciphers I could utter
But murmur some rough acceptance.
Each shallow breath
Preludes rattle & ruin
Ribcage prison –
Tines forged & secret –
Twisting with rapturous chant
From Your mystifying lips.

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