…and I’ll go ours

Convergent solitudes
Collective isolation
Sapient sips slow cool flow
of fear
Off, flicker, on, flash clear bright as I
Splash of white cuts night sky!
From out of thunder phantoms fly
Venusian vultures with Martian’s envious eyes
Marching bold ‘gainst Thor’s battle cry
Rainfall that’ll dry on railings
Rattling rust
Clasp parry thrust!
Stick ore twist!
Civvie street sickle sent straight for the wrist
of the shepherds
Herding half t’ward pariahs and half t’ward lepers

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