Eternal, Everlasting, Fashion - for Celisha

Eternal, Everlasting, Fashion by chris the poet Fashioned myself in that old sting fashion sort of way, draped with a darkness I snatched from its hiding cave called the nowhere night sky, locked up round my way with a couple of coins from a still man's eyes for buttons to bound my overflowing stuffing,. vulture victuals and a supposed soul--lesser than most blessed beggars,, more than most kings in their invisible robes,, paper mache crowns, and skinned-over horns. Accessory to the eternal for fashion's sakee