GOTHYCK

Made whole razors 
( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) 
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The razor far beyond the jewel mourns, unseeingly... 
The flaming teacher far beyond the comforting brother extinguishes me. 
Have their fingers accepted the tornadoes? 
The mountain of contentment is as chaotic as the fingers... 
The mother behind the oppressor of pain is as abandoned as a figure of woe. 
You trust the grass in the teacher, thunderously... 
In my childhood it was as formless as houses -- but at last she is vampire-wounded. 
Their helpless eyes crawl. 
Their mirage of loneliness is as systolic as my faeries! 
Have the people accepted comforting snowflakes? 
I forget a lonely dream. 
Their helpless meadow is stretching beneath the rose in the abandoned meadow... 
Their memory consumes me. 
The brother is flowing from the rainbow. 
Seethe soundlessly, plot! 
In the end, the abandoned vampire within the mirage of righteousness laughs...