Skinning - ERAAS

The banging drum

Let him in

His sight had grown

A desert skin

Barely shown

But you would know

From mezzanines

The black aura

Matching hands

He looked subdued

As all his eyes filled up with gloom

The grinding fang

The light adjusts

He passed time living with all he could

Magic keys

In bible holes

A tightrope walk

A thawing throne

A careful chore

It seeps into

And shines so good

It gets to you

Masked and mad

The lover’s blues

The living old earth

With stairs to the broom

Bless the curse

The law instructs

Undressed only

To be strung up