begging the crows

begging the crows.
+++++++++++++

lowly down 

the
spheres we 

tread,

where 

crows imitate
pretty 

birds
who mock,

all things
living,
and
Halfway dead!!!

(especially
the clock.)

ive met myself
1,000 times.

you've met
yourself countless
more.

more than 

any
words or rhymes

could 

hope to in
those 

lives explore!!

+

you picked 

me
thorns 

and i smiled 

for
you.

but..

we  knew that 

both 

were lies.

&
Our moment was
a
Turn Of The Screw!

which sealed the
door.

(to paradise.)

+

vagabonds we are
now,

(or
merchants 

of 

another
fool's sin.)

with dead eyes
and
bloody brows

which
beg the crows...!!!

(to let us in.)

j.stephen.h.