Blood worm money.

The blood worm ate its way through money 

Like maggots in golden egg to find the 

papyrus grass contained no prophecy  

That wasn’t worth the threadbare currency 

it was under written by.

the misconception of lighting up your fears 

That were here before the arrival of a souvenir 

you misread as a cursive scarab.

Laying in Leafing litter repressing 

Hungry Autumnal thoughts of words used 

By those with much to gain understanding 

the vowel a knife laying in the mouth of

running cutter ant .

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I shall pluck you a eyelash to pin to your 

shawl Blood worm money.