Ontario [Slowed]

Hold all in your holdall,
bring your foal.
Cold shawl, near swallow
skin and soul.
All preying on your old scrawl
of your front crawl, on your bone.
Oh, painted on your own wall
in an oval, ring your goal.

All your love overgrown,
all your body undersold,
all above, all your waiting coming home.

Hollow all your arrows,
all aglow.
Follow, you’re Apollo,
us below,
all praying in your
shallows, I’ll hallow,
overflow,
oh, scaling all your shadows
to your marrow,
to atone.