Rorschach

[Aish]

You do not know,
nor love the chalky crevices and dark knotholes of my cenotaphic soul,
coral polyp dissolved
beneath the drying bath of this polygamist sun-god;

a lone calcareous skeleton forgotten,
propped in a corner,
spidersilked against crickety planks too far indoors to suckle dew.

And what of the cockroach-egg infested envelope
glue, embedded on the underbelly
of my tongue,

waiting to hatch sleeping
soft on the needles of refugees?

It's in the eye of the poppy seed,
in the sightless bell jar full of melting stones.
It tarries,
and holds me, overdue.

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(close to original version)

You do not know,
nor love the chalky crevices and dark knotholes of my cenotaphic soul,
coral polyp dissolved
beneath the drying bath of this polygamist sun-god;

a lone calcareous skeleton
propped in a corner and forgotten,
spidersilked against crickety planks too far indoors to suckle dew.

And what of the cockroach-egg infested envelope
glue, embedded on the underbelly
of my tongue,

waiting to hatch
sleeping soft on the needles of refugees?

It's in the eye of the poppy seed.
It's in the sightless bell jar full of melting stones.
It tarries,
and holds me, overdue.