Full Metal Crystalloid

Angled acromion meets another below,

Staggered in layers and rotating.

Cascading to weak wrists-

And painted fingers.

Grasping a needle and thread-

Anemia, toxic with lead.

A lumen in space pierces your marrow,

Red to Yellow within my cortex-

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Periosteum.

Alice stares, and fiercely ponders;

‘Is it Mister Crow, or Lee?’

My final hand-

At playing odd,

Or playing God.

Provoke a storm,

Earn a Stone.

Fool of errands,

Hearts of gold.