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Sah, You Fiend

From the mind still circling within immensities captivating pressure building, and to define


Exactly, what it is, what mind connected between thoughts impressive for the songstress it


Streams for the spiders the web it gleams for the serpents the taste it bleeds for the time


It takes it needs, what within, and wherefore shall we be, the castled throw of the damsel


Collapsed the tower clean to find, within what, a dancing flame lingering the muddy boots


Take two, frolic through the meadow blue, caught all up in the ancient of days the mess it


Makes of the cats cradle played the messenger escapes through the window shattered the


Curtains all torn to tattle tales the candel knocked the pyre of books, one by one replaced


Back to the shelf you slaves you worthless words pouring from the mouth of a wicked fiend


Enveloping what is to begin again tearing at the sheets fencing the sneak theif entering in


Reverse the mindless morning dews masquarading rain like still it touched quarry dust all


Over the silver frame of the mirrored hang the perspective of the wings wrought these old


Stupid things stupid things stupid dead body hanging from the chandelier just twas' out the


Window a tear a widow wrapped in fearsome foil tuning in the minds turmoil static fuzz open


Up masked like eyes could burn the cuts golden tongued revelatory the worst story ends at


Only the best part, wherefore art does paint the portrait gory, shining opulence romantic


Relishing in it just for more just for love the quickened snuff just a bump what toad's hopper


What code of the offender to find whom offended trying to piece together a reflection in


Water moving stream-like swiftly evervascent of the roses petals drifting from atop the


Surface of the peeling wake falling through the airwaves angels create just by the reluctance


An introduction to conscious entanglement sound invasive erasing persuasive meddling


Through and through each mind the same light shines in ways perspective creating poises


Petals pulled and from the ceiling still inclined in the arms of the paradisial candled light


Tosses each to and from stems of abundances wicked thumbs wing all a flutter spoken none


Words are for poets it is the vision of blood, remember that, turning back, scuffing the match


Marking the table once made for the date where is now that candle in place back up straight


Twas' only just begun to be the chair, dost thou know it, the chair, it squeeks, the feather


Speaking languanges drippedly, freshly, too freshly to be freakishly clean, couldn't it be


Mysterious this the prayer of emptiness, couldn't it be accursed, this the dream of a working


Trough buried beneath the floor deep under the stones hidden by the carpetted, indoors


Out in the garden, things grow, isn't that something then, isn't it and in words flailing inward


Tail spread peacock'd the pistol better left better silences bitter mind instead tapping away


Times hourglass each diamond bled held up to the light of the desert red all of them all of


Them to dust again, wetter than wet the reflection splashed the water slapped the fountain


Black beneath the starlit spring time sky butterfly flowers bloom blossomed truth hideous I


In each hand the same every apple falls from the weight gravity created back when relatively


Promising up bringing ringing bells pulling the rope sways heavy the smoke lays filling up


Just a touch of the drug, just a dance of the rug, just a smear of the smattering spilled ink


Just a tear of the widow's drink it up love the endeavor turn this ship around son we are


Headed toward the tether, a mutiny!, a leather strap, slapping back slipping slowly, nail


Wrought grip to grab a tool see, measureless dawn to a skeleton pointing to the milestone


Vicious calling from the dial-tone, the serpent's head struck by the scorpions stinger, more


Accursed words to forge lightning rounds without sound the silences without silences the


Mind it rings the ears tune in where the eyes forgive the consciousness hangs from a ceiling


Pinned waiting for the victim slip feeling guilty about the nothingness clocking seconds


With the shoulders crutched breaking open the capsule hidden beneath the tongue once


Golden full of trust, hardly ever it twas' nor shall it be a murky dollop dropped in the vase


Flowers for to grow by and upon the table, destruction, complete thy own invigoration


Allow me this my one invitation my happenstance happens quickly mortal wounds immortal


Tooth plucked by a devilish hand for to be alive once more in the emptiness undefined just


Allow me this and I thy servant I thy slave I thy mistreated nuissance of a blasphemy, once


More unto the breach dear friend, one more dusk for to be reflected one more shining skip


Stones crost the surface of the lake frozen for days it was at the ingeniousness and yet it is


Accursed kisses the spine of the crooked fiend struck once more into the chair behind the


Mind within the eyes the same thing always happens at least one or more times and againe


LEAVE ME TO BE ALONE SLAVE A SHALT WALK CROOKEDLEGS TO THE END DEATH


Once more one more time whose friend is none to no one whose eyes linger slowly toward


The curtains open the lightless dew each drop suspended in the room perfectly spaced from


One to a thousand they are all aligned in perfect place, crooked, all these books what a what


Waste, toss them then all of them into the flames the burning page creates the labyrinth yet


Still caught in the maze still running still surface of the resemblance of another name lost all


Lost it all to the wind at the hand of the precipice, brought down from Heaven, back, back

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