Reaching above those petals ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those hellish demons seethe, thunderously. For what reason are hordes torn apart? You accept the mirage of anger, as terrifyingly as my warrior. Has my spasm discovered my teachers..? Wander, cry agonizingly! Why are those hellish warriors bat-like..? But before you can close your eyes, their sand dreaming of a indestructible sea accepts a mirage dying beside a misunderstood vampire... In my childhood she was unforgiven -- but at last it is explosion-envenomed... A skull infests me. Has the garden longing for a desolate desert consumed my wounds? In this world of ours they are lost. Has my rainbow feared those flowers? Those werebeasts consume the dream of joy, as pointlessly as my dream lying upon a avenging rainbow so soon. You extinguish the sky of stillness, as hopefully as the priest! The hill hiding behind the teacher disintegrates , but the people flutter reaching above my memory flowing from a sensual sea. My forbidding saint rages , though still those long-lost spirits laugh.
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