aegri somnia

Vesper vision, voraciously vexed,
Lithe and lewd, it’s lighted low.
Proudly precocious, paraded the priest
Garish gestures of Gomorrah go.

Casting callous caresses crass
Across the arid arrhythmia of April,
In intimate ills and illicit impasse,
Erasing emotions, explicit and evil.

But beneath the barren boisterous banter
Of offered oils and olden orifices,
Skinning sensuality superficially, suture
The tragic treatise of torture and trespasses.

Humble host of horrid haze
Yearning for youth and yesterday’s yeses,
Dying dyslexic in a despondent daze,
Morose and mangled in man’s messes.

Find this fabled fetus fettered.
Free this feeling, forever. Forgiving.

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Aegri Somnia - Lat. A sick man's dreams. From Horace, Ars Poetica, 7. Loosely, "troubled dreams".

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