Swarmed of vile creatures
And I clutch now to your features
As a ward against the world
You are, indeed, apotropaic

Wild sounds converging
Like a wave of hornets surging
Neath it all, your song is heard
It’s both angelic and prosaic

Numbers spin and spiral
In a cycle dark and viral
As you sum it up by saying
Not all things are algebraic

Drifting in the newest
Where the sun is always bluest
Is it any wonder that I seek
To cling to the archaic

7 thoughts on “Archaic

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