Sacrificial

The place where I.
Not the space I seek.
Anxious and unfocused,
Trying hocus pocus
Swallowing incantations
Until it chokes the sun.

Brazen but worthless,
Burnt offerings lay
Cold and unaccepted
Leaving one helpless
As the moon claws
Its way towards me.

Holding on regardless
In hope perpetual
For that which will find
The moment to bind
This bouncing boy
To himself.

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