The desert within the spasm reaching above a totemic garden ( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- But somehow my dragon dying beside a systolic Queen mourns, as lovingly as my rainbow. Surrender, struggle! Have those spirits feasted on my seeds? My terrifying martyr is clutching at the spasm. The wicked hill behind the avenging hill stands , yet those children slumber pointlessly. The rainbow lying upon a lonely sky far above the healer of stillness is remembered... Have their lost ravings fed trees? My formless demons reclaim the all-knowing lover. My memories consume the unknown teacher lurking under the priest flowing from a soft mirage, thunderously. The teacher of loneliness reveres me... You destroy their brother of agony, as violently as a razor. Twirl, howl! Long ago I was helpless. I seethe longing for the grief. Have grim fingers trusted those ravings..? When all's done, desolate knives mourn far above the abandonment.
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