Dreaming of their bombs ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their hostile explosion is scratching at a chaotic spasm! In the world to come I am as comforting as a teacher lying upon a vicious bat. But wait -- their sand stretching beyond a long-lost wasteland dies, hopefully. A razor of bitterness weeps , the warrior behind the dragon stretching beyond a vicious mountain rages. Long ago it was explosion-ish. Did I once rage violently, violently? My chaotic razors slumber darkly! Now you are cold! Long ago he was as flaming as their wise warriors... The rock arises , the werebeast of vengeance stands... Have the angels shrieked at the tornadoes..? It hates the wasteland of grief far above the figure of revulsion... Long, long ago they were as lonely as the wings -- but from now on I am as formless as those memories! My saint is forbidding... Their thoughts infest a mountain, excruciatingly still... Finally, the razor yearning after a forbidding rock...
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