conjure me up a stone

undone by my want of shine
the lack

of lustre propels stands as
night we

are not moons pretending to
be stars

we are pendants of fullness
tried tried

/

Wearing the sworn gold
God in

mayhem - conjure me up
a stone, round, sloppy

Within 

This dust has become anon    it breathes what 
                                      whether
                                       wished