Zero Seven Seven

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Utterance's filter

Singing hinge with fangs that rend

Her skeletal children scurry aimlessly

Laying destiny at the feet of attention

Phantom's gripped by nostalgia

Steeped in intangible memory that confounds credulity

To an attentive ear, cunning misdirection

An engineered self conscious meandering

Like the warped horizon of the mindscape

Coveting truth, a stillborn bastard

False king exhumed from husk

Tongue's lustre tarnishes at reality's touch

Awkwardly cradling prophecy's debt

Incurred of expectations unmet

What that mouth forms

What that mind needs

In silence once torn

In speech now unfreed