S u b s t i t u t i o n e t t e

drain ovid drinks
the hungry flurry
flung thicket wrung
in humid spears
lightning spun

moaning in depths
drowned demarcated
the flare of light
stalled out beneath
damp wet kisses

black velvet ossuary
blotting out the
eyes of stars
the grave of souls
shinning

into the void
like ribbons
of redeeming
whispers

every toss
a worry
every turn
a loss

upon oceans
the dark glide
of wind
seeks

the sliver
of a ghosts
sheen
behind the mirrors
silver
bright and fleeting
like the sleek
flung precipitate

like bad ideals
meditated