devourer

in some days
you will reckon with your dark
he sprawls and splays beneath
paying no mind
for he is the bread and breadth of you

in some days
obstreperous one
you will make pay to this quiet thunderer

he feeds without hunger
plays without plot
and acts without willing
a teacher untaught

how shaking a possessor
living undead
uncrowned king 
atop a pauper's proud head

all seeing justice
'tween poles unmoored
a tight rope monkey 
dance heaven's earthly cord

in some days 
you'll reckon with tumbling divine die
man shaken asunder
by 'virtue' or 'vice'

heart you stirring, sinner
and stoke fire, you saint
your fates are sown 
by a seamstress blind 
and fickle fingers sow no hate

dreams of a dreamer 
your purchase in waking
rewards of the reeper 
"ours" for the taking

nevermind her motives
for you they are not
but a dancer you are
on ropes untaught

in some days
you will reckon
but reckon we do
with darkness inside us
come out and unhide us
out with the devil
with you