Finish Chant

The poor traits
and the barking dogs
the seven mountains
and the wrestling scars
the interactions of seasons
and the overlapping of words meanings
cars exhausted the helical stars.

Matching the work of ages past
with colours and sins
of grammatic lasts
carving new paths
so put upon.

Out of sync
in mistaken pranks
little Jack sharpens
his wit
and masks
the mess on his hands
from the righteous meal
of heaven's bread
like the lion's heel.

Paint for me
new genes
that trickle down
incoming things
shiny and playful
the age of bursts
novae
words.

Underly the line in error
develop the negative
and smile
in the mirror
for living again is the treasure suffered
let's go in shallow composition
dirty our feet.

In shame bread
the beginning of the spell
dwell
in ironic emotionless print.

Oh - if I could only die!