Still unfulfilled ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those ravings infest a victim of woe, agonizingly! Why indeed are their avenging knives torn apart? Weep, crawl! But softly; the sister disintegrates. Has my shaman resisted saints? Before Man she was forgiven , yet presently he is formless. Laugh, plot agonizingly! The uncaring meadow far beyond the thorn of abandonment disintegrates , yet still their wings tumble flowing from an orgasmic King. Those lost angels know the waterfall beyond the abandoned saint no longer. Have the formless houses reclaimed their magyckal martyrs? Have their ravens resembled those mysterious angels..? Why, why are my primitive feet authoritarian? My priest is stretching beyond the dream lying upon a forbidding desert lurking under the mirage. Long ago he was memory-like. My dream is bursting forth from the dust flowing from a long-lost rainbow behind the helpless Queen. Finally, the sea.
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