short handed spy.

Filthy is never a cliche when growing 

A short handed spy you think 

You dream and then You write 

ego checked in and chained out.
line it up to the numbered Parallel

that can’t hide from the final days 

Of spinning three minute diarys.
one till four a future you can’t predict

Based on ancient textiles and ashen faces

Found near thistles and imperial ruins

like a Phoenix that they brought a level 

to a snubbed nosed flame.
a Trojan horse called in for ordinance ride 

back to the silk that’s been strung 

Since a dragons first bowl dance.
Unlight silos as a fused fibula made in a crypt

a rocket and we alight and with litmus test rules

that sits on a heirloom desk of a poire keeper of the peace 

We’re all subjugated by rules even a tailor who once made

A weave and caught a flying fish in a haven By the sea.
Clear touched blue papered eights on 

ambiguous glass house the chain belted chained

belittled borrower mouse pens and expression

bound and wired of a scene never extinguished 

cross nailed railed and enlivened.
Cups you can hold whilst Diving in pressure chambers 

to break corseted barbs of a durable scratch 

Bouncing back to a committee made amongst trees 

Set to a life of why would I need a umbrella 

the with a hat to screen me.
Unlight silos as they fused fibula made in the crypt

a rocket we alight and with litmus test Rules 

that sits on heirloom desk of a forgotten poire keeper of the peace 

were all subjugated by rules even a tailor who once made 

A weave and a caught fish flying in a haven By the sea.

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