Pantoum of Atonement, Variation 2

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Pantoum of Atonement, Variation 2

My ugly, my bad, my shame, my sad
Thoughts emerge; sharp fiendish secrets
Reveal vulgar truths whorishly unclad
Reason bent in measured meekness

Horrid tongues divulge fiendish secrets
Unseen, queerly masked in molten lava
Melted and bent in watchful meekness
Fossilized deception hides vena cava

Heed abounding enigmatic lava
Subterfuge seep away, uncontrolled
Cryptic ground masks the cryptic saga
Churlish yarn hisses hemorrhaged gold

Blunt ruse bleeds, wildly uncontrolled
In a furtive, joyful, persistent hiss
A torrid tale oozes clotted mould
Firm voice drives fiendish fire from bliss

Three canine heads convene to reminisce
On a feline court where Demeter demurs
Lyncus’ lynx eyes smash dark Cerberus
The transformed Keeper of Secrets purrs

In Ovid’s tale, Hades’ guard demurs
King Lycus spies lies of a feline sleuth
Prescient dogs wolf down Cerberus’ furs
Molten tales hold untold glowing truth

The enigma bared by Ovid’s sleuth?
Not a mystery nor secret to be had
Unseen scarab scurries from the truth
Hides my ugly, my bad, my shame, my sad

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