Stilted swings on the shadows swoon nightly as do creatures accords. I pursue my dreams in them they self and swoon in pursuit of a virtual lust and mistake. Help be thy name the name on every wall and mirror. Sacred, sacred still stint and stilted in the night. In the night, in rage andContinue reading “Stilted Swings on the Shadows of the Night”
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I am My Mind and One are Three
I am my mind, One are three, Sense is none, Our Dreams are real, Our talks are waste, Our vaudeville is dead, Our wives are prudes, Our Husbands are daughters, Our Sons are whores, Our pages are dead, and everything is a satire upon a joke upon Irony. HA! 3/27/12
Coming yet is the set of night, the yellow of light is traded grey. Simple so it seems yet intricate beyond any dream. Explications searched, and explications sought. Dreamed, and also bought. 10/29/10
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