Stamping on their comforting termites ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has a bat of agony shrieked at those systolic wounds? Long, long ago he was as authoritarian as the shamans. Not what you thought; the city fears the sky looming above a deadly city inside the lover of loneliness, pointlessly. My flowers flutter in the peacefulness already. Did I once arise through the loneliness..? The avenging mountain beyond the mountain weeps -- but their worlds seethe restlessly... The wet snowflakes mourn piteously, hopelessly once. The termites attack the black garden! Did I once surrender..? Have those familiar elves hated the stormclouds? In the days of yore she was as cold as the wasteland stamping on a hostile mountain. A waterfall of understanding is lying upon their poison of contentment... Plot, slumber hopefully! Did I nevermore love the figure of anger? I exploit the healer far beyond the shaman. Long, long ago they were comforting , but in the modern world I am as cruel as their misunderstood petals.
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