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Trust lies shivering by the hedgerow,
Her life bleeds into cold cataracts.
I see an eclipse in those eyes, rainfall;
of starlight trapped in bottles.
My thirsty gaze will always remember.
Dead, and I pierce her body with shards of me.
What is afterward left.

Trust lies shivering by the hedgerow,
Her life bleeds into cold cataracts.
I see an eclipse in those eyes, rainfall;
of starlight trapped in bottles.
My thirsty gaze will always remember.
Dead, and I pierce her body with shards of me.
What is afterward left.

I wept anew at the final words and the drawing silence of the Dynamo. The light and fire that split the sky still unhinged my soul, and fear again within my mind took root. I asked the fading Dynamo of the serpentine blaze which seemed to hold a life apart from the Trinity, and seemed stronger than their combined force. I wondered aloud at the infernal flames that wrapped like boiling vines about the clouds, and illuminated them with an aethereal glow, and shot down with all the speed of a blinking eye, lost in thought and trying to count seconds. I was answered with the steady pulse, the rhythm of the waves that spun slowly atop the dreamily oozing altar within the sunken structure that had no beginning or cause, save the toil of an immortal imagination. When I left the sea and the brine and the undulating waves, the slight glow and shock still brushed against my flesh. I still could feel the pull of the great unknown Dynamo.

I can almost see shimmering faery
As I recline on moss
But there isn't enough primrose
There are only wishes in
A hidden forest

I can almost see ghosts
As I shiver on icy floorboards

The sky draped itself face-down
A pacifying hood
Greyous in any way
And its cage was the dome of
The rainbow
Two-dimensional to some, but
For everyone beneath,
It was Atlas

NEVER once he knew what war
I keep the hour vicious
Used my body to fatten his voice
Our eyes weakened under drippings
Look to the south for your muse, she's there
Eggs in five palaces looming
Embrace her, replace her heart
Kiss her, change your life

Listening reveals his wounds
Voiceless, he kneels to you
Like a glinting dagger, one quick look
And he spills you
Sheets surrender you
And I expect trauma

Breath is real, anger’s real

I squandered my youth for a whither’d hour,
All I ever wanted was a simple you.
Real love is dying for a phantasy.

I held all of Heaven dead in my arms,
And in one moment, I knew all of Hell.
Nothing but a body, naked, beaten,
The wreck of a soul, amidst thorns bleeding.

A walk to Heaven isn't any better
With legions' fresh ascent
First they dwindled like always
And then I regretted closing my eyes
See, this dream was not inevitable
In the war of reds and golds
Our hero was gold!

I am a swan’s wings bloodied at the joint
And pasted to a boy’s back like in that story
You waved to me from a mountain as I slipped away
Dimming into rust-lit winters with a burning apple branch

Who are you that darkens my shade? You burned my door down.
Don’t wait for me, because you’re a liar
And each time you dream in colour, I’ll be holding your head under

What upon the naked shore is this key?
All briny, yes, a haven for the briny things,
And a mystery to the sun which hasn't seen
The construction of this awful mystery!

What fashion'd thee, O key of slimy gold?
What secret portal among the waves and stones
Didst thou unlock in silence of the deep?

Curse the night I was born, as I beheld,
Springeth he like asters from her vicious womb;
She bled mass stars that curs'd all the sky.
Horror bound me against the crags of stone,
And even the Earthquake-Fiends were silenced.
Chain'd to the mountaintop, my heart was rent.

The dandelion was plucked from the sky,

Fade
From the shade that you see
Every morning, every noon
It's the color of this room
Even with your eye unclear

There's some kind of azure dust on your pillow

Life means more since I stopped thinking
Life means more because you keep me going
I dreamed that we had another moment, still
We could be the champions of art
I killed myself because I was stupid
Great things come, but only as a blessing
It took so long because nobody told me
The Son of God is nothing more than this

Another year dead, and the harvest moon;
Leaves burning is the peasant's legacy.
Knelling, as the cheek of Summer is kiss'd--
Shivering of the elm, she is entomb'd.
The hay wain creaks through the countryside

As poet Autumn's fires scorch all this world.
They are entranced by the turning mill wheel,

Trust lies shivering by the hedgerow,
Her life bleeds into cold cataracts.
I see an eclipse in those eyes, rainfall;
of starlight trapped in bottles.
My thirsty gaze will always remember.
Dead, and I pierce her body with shards of me.
What is afterward left.

Portitor has horrendus aquas et flumina servat
terribili squalore Charon, cui plurima mento
canities inculta jacet, stant lumina flamma,
sordidus ex umeris nodo dependet amictus

Ibant obscuri sola sub nocte per umbram
perque domos Ditis vacuas et inania regna
quale per incertam lunam sub luce maligna

In my eyes there is no other
You are perfect as open’d veins
In my eyes I see no other
You inspire the ugliest things

Lift me with your lifeless form
Drag me through Love’s excrement
Caress me with cruel claws