LJ Idol Season 11: Week 7 - Feckless
The Bookbinder's Psalm
And lo,
here is the couplet
that martyred me,
that I harrowed with tepid fingerprints,
as though I could force
the tooth of the parchment
to draw blood and conclusions
from such a misnomer
of skin and identity,
from such a one as I-
as though I could darn
the ink and inklings of cognition
with the probing spindles of humanity.
And lo,
here is the refrain
that sainted me,
that I hallowed with leather vertebrae,
as though I could birth
the babe of the feckless
to bear fruit and witnesses
for such a miscreant
of thought and veracity,
for such a one as I-
as though I could forge
the man and manners of conception
with the prostrate spineless of humanity.
And lo,
here is the couplet
that martyred me,
that I harrowed with tepid fingerprints,
as though I could force
the tooth of the parchment
to draw blood and conclusions
from such a misnomer
of skin and identity,
from such a one as I-
as though I could darn
the ink and inklings of cognition
with the probing spindles of humanity.
And lo,
here is the refrain
that sainted me,
that I hallowed with leather vertebrae,
as though I could birth
the babe of the feckless
to bear fruit and witnesses
for such a miscreant
of thought and veracity,
for such a one as I-
as though I could forge
the man and manners of conception
with the prostrate spineless of humanity.