acraein

Cry under skies of aubergine until
cranes take away the folds that you filled.
A tomb is a room with no Atlantean frills.
You can't take away my Centipede skill.

I used to be a song you could sing
through a paper tube (doo to doo to doo)
and though there's infinite participants 
(if you include the lookie loos)
a paperboard faux baton
doesn't hold the water like a Mellotron.

Then I thought that I could be a cormorant
fishing in the most with rope around my throat.
I grew a dozen rings and didn't think
you thought I was alepidote.