Privy

Something creeps within: a subtle tension; and something
Mocks the future, a torn ribbon. I insist a flame, and drift
An attic: a spoken light, a cricket vex. It appears—a thought,
And hammers nails. I pause and ponder: pry and test; and
Such a whale, floods the sea: a touch of hate: a sudden glare.

Something creeps within: a spoken poison; and something
Spies intention, a wound and crypt. I persist a flame, and
Walk the mystic: a threaded war, a cryptic test. It appears—
A thought, and hammers nails. I soar and wonder: pause and
Burn; and such a flare: a mimicked voice.

Something creeps within: a troubled spirit; and something
Cries the skeptic, a touch of doubt. I insist the flame, and
Leap the sorrow: an effort warm: a subtle brick. It appears—
A thought, and hammers nails. I pause and pry: a privy hell.