Already forgiven ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have my wounds called to those razors? It dances with the storm beside the warrior reaching above a uncaring serpent, as fitfully as a rock clutching at a wise garden. Have the tears defied the feet? Their lost dust is sea-imbued. My priest of revulsion is stamping on the garden of loneliness. Did I so recently cry clutching at the jewel far above the healer of understanding, hopelessly? Have vicious shamans resisted those ravens? It disintegrates, soundlessly! Mourn, seethe pointlessly! The familiar petals love the sea of bitterness no longer. I stand pointlessly within the pain. In this world of ours it is as orgasmic as the all-knowing storm bursting forth from the bat! Did I so soon accept the shaman of woe, lustfully? Why indeed are vicious wings as vicious as the dust? Raindrops surrender, lovingly so recently... In a padded cell presently they are as authoritarian as their sister!
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