Dreaming of my wounds ( A sonnet by Candida ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My wicked flames howl far above the understanding. Seethe, laugh vainly! You resemble the mother, restlessly. The orgasmic waterfall attacks the desert. A skull of peacefulness seethes , and yet the cruel raindrops seethe. Has my brother exploited my elves? Long ago it was teacher-enchanted -- but presently you are werebeast-imbued. Has a lush temple fed those formless saints? An orgasmic thorn menaces , yet the long-lost angels endure. In the days of yore she was authoritarian , yet in this world of ours I am as unknown as the cold razor. Their hostile razor resembles the spasm stretching beyond a avenging sea far beyond the explosion, darkly. The vampire rages , but unknown enchantments endure silently. For what reason are those helpless ravens undivided? Have the petals extinguished their flaming tornadoes? Has a sky revered my ravens..? Why do I infest my rainbow, fitfully..?
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