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Verse III

meandering down the crooked path absoluteness in confidential facts that set to pairing one


with two and ghastly visions haunting truth probabilities reality is better oft devised by hiding


minds hidden from suns beating warping mind amongst minds misleading where unto doubt


in circumstance led through thicket down deep in brambles romantic touch where we left it


back in forestry massive black enveloping tress with branches that differ not from webbed


string tying all up in connective paths for spiders to take from one to another branch in


moonlight all darkness flees shining revelatory release from directionless ideology promising


yet in every core of every tree a spider waits and on each string a spider hangs and round


the crooked path it turns and standing with the light in an urn Death enflammed in coloured


hues all melting visions circling vortex moves in rings infinity becoming eternity eternity


within uncertainty and infinity inside a ring circling in one is visions vast epiphany all light


bleeds for lovers lingering romantic touch all light needs is one insignificant luncheon over


tea for treats and sitting knees crossed beneath a tree in a frosty forest all covered in snow


every branched web in icicles all black and whites turn to browns and golds and white petals


of winters foliage dispersed along side whats remaining left of coloured paint drips dropping


in bunches on beaches in bristling dews each suspended on a grass leaf of immediately reds


in four ways split with deeper colours and lighter instances and oranges mix with canopied


throws in tangled webs hanging beneath arched windows and yellow leaves move as masks


behind greener leaves behind entangling brush all blue in skys violent cloud ensemble from


lifting tea cups beneath a frozen tree breathing aires frame faces frigid absolute disdain at


the horrible weather what a bitter morning in a bitter land with bitter cold hands there there


these ancient things all breaking mask all broken tips each diamond burst in color explosions


as it begins to rain jeweled freezing drops of liquid warmth each colour returning from us as


we take to sipping sitting beneath a tree in a tangled web of lucidity and touching knees just


for the quickest instant it seems that romantic slip the tethered leap hanging the slave from


blacker trees for blacker blood to flow down older streams in reflections hideous jealousy


smashing at the dirty earthen ware to let the let bleed from broken stairs round and round


the temple lay the towers stricken at a playful maze of disconcordiant floating thoughts all


letters turn introductions oft remembered for better of for far worse grabbing at the mask


as it falls through the floor as sand behind the doorways shaking lock rattling the cages all


wakeful life it is waking up beneath a tree in the forest face deep in leaves drink up honey

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