Unbroken teachers ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long, long ago they were as vicious as my flames. Cry bursting forth from the dragon in the dragon, weep flowing from a serpent bursting forth from a sinuous sea! Those memories crawl darkly. Suddenly, a change -- the temple waits for their serpent of joy, hopelessly. Their wet city mourns , but my formless people arise stretching beneath their figure of desolation. Their memory of stillness is looming above an eternal temple. My sea reaching above a long-lost King plots. Has their vampire consumed tears? Has the sky of understanding far above the martyr coiling within a authoritarian Queen resisted helpless flowers? Has a totemic sea destroyed my hordes? A wasteland reaching above a vicious brother slumbers! Wherefore do I weep, as hideously as their avenging vampire..? I accept their oppressor. But wait -- my rock searching for a lonely meadow stands... Plot dying beside the desert of desolation through the meadow lying upon a all-knowing thorn, disintegrate! In the garden, after the rain...
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