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A Devil's Delinquency

In the timeless distance between dream and reality, between reality and sleep, between


An ever-receding landscape somewhere past the where mind can see, further past the


Eyes, what one is to believe, where thought and fruition, where thinking less to breathe


There sits the gypsy king, crossed knees, back against the cave of the stone, holding out


For more, writhing empty hands grappling with nothingness where once was the vast


Expanse of all things that were left and forever the right hand held unto a slight flame


Pouring out light from the grail in the cave masked standing just beyond the entrance


Into the blackness light poured instead, from the eyes, the mind, from the mind left


Unto the skull held inverted in the left hand at the foot of the mountain, light rising


Out of the jawbone slack, it is an endless desert drifting by and by, blind eyes staring


Straight to the sky where from out within the dagger lifted beneath the table ages ago


Turn the compass three clicks to the right and clock the tables turn, each the legs grown


Becoming the cell inside the mindless theif, caught all up in the ancientest of a trickery


Pulling on the chains connected from the top of the cage to the stake in the masonry


Held aloft by the child prince just awaiting the day it twas you've come to meet whom


Wherefore unto the gift, sacrificial preistesses, give unto me thy wicked hand olde man


Spins againe, the glass held up to the starless night, it is an eternal fog of the night these


Endless daisies, looking through and through the keyhole in the wooden doorway arched


Like angels wings they are flourishing they are, each the meadows beauty, each the flowers


Singing in harmony, such a subtlety, it is only if you listen closely, pay attention to the story


Walking through the mind like a dream, realities visions of a dreamless sleep, sleeping off


The hazy travelling through the doorway and back again, it is this garden art painting drips


It is the the hallway shifting from each step taken, lightly, yet the heaviness sinks in to the


Carpet againe propping up the chin falling lucidly between rose bushes tearing at the skin


Just the thought of a breathe to begin again, coughing blood, soaking up the sunlight


Sitting beneath the forest in flames each tree limb burning, wavering lays as heat overtakes


Gripping the skull grappling with death taking to a friend tilted in angles cursive he laughs


That wicked fiend, the begger man, hast thou ever truly known his name, hast thou heard


Thou hast heard the song of the begger man, thou shalt never be the same againe, it is


Laughter at the precipice of nothingness into the vast expanse shouting for another dawn


Lost in the eyes glaring between the mind escaping reality into a dream, dreaming for me


Reality slipping backwards into the grail tipped over the stone and in the grail the blackest


Reflection of the throne in the shadow of the cave, skeleton men hang from chains on each


The walls of the circle pit, each the walls caving in, crumples it up the last of it the written


Words in verse, misunderstood metaphors similairitise, just a treat for thee old boy, spinning


In the cell held above the floorboards where once was the door, where is it thee knoweth


I knoweth that thee knoweth it, gypsy prince said unto the child king, whom is it who's


Laughter rings, circling deosil in the perspective of time lost to the sand of the desert walk


In the labryinth of doves dripping blood from the wings torn off leaving trails for to be found


Once more, once more unto the nightshade, once more unto the name, finding where it is


Through the garden, dancing, twas' just a moments notice til the lights in tune, til the song


Takes over the mindless drifting and the begger man lifts his flute, from the baskets three


This mystery, this gypsy theif, bring him unto me, child king, and I shalt make thee rich.

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