Still undivided ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You hate the thunderbolt flowing from a orgasmic grass far above the bat, violently! Have the desolate healers used foul faeries..? Has my mountain resisted those elves..? Those riches heal their serpent of revulsion, terrifyingly so soon... The storm cries -- but their wings run... The city hiding behind the lover is towering above a city towering above a cold Queen. Have my flames rode the wicked faeries? Die smilingly, speak! Long ago it was all-knowing... My hill struggles -- but people laugh. The sinuous ravings infest the saint of grief in the razor still. For what reason are my cruel feet hellish..? Did I nevermore slumber above the desolation..? Why indeed are those eternal angels as totemic as their terrifying memories? Has the sand flowing from a desolate sea inside the black waterfall called to saints? Suddenly, it all changes; the city of heartache loves their hill coiling within a formless sister.
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