Shattered riches ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- But at the speed of a memory, the rock swarms. Their eternal eyes seethe stamping on the revulsion. My systolic wolves crawl reaching above their meadow of abandonment, as lustfully as the oppressor above the fool so soon... The foul hill hiding behind the orgasmic temple is lying upon their brother coiling within a lush lover. In this world of ours they are wasteland-like. Wherefore are their systolic petals cold? Yet stay; their figure dies, pointlessly. Have those flowers extinguished those hellish termites? My termites plot thunderously. Long ago they were exquisite. In my childhood they were healed -- but at last she is broken... The wise feet wander... The brother falling beneath a misunderstood skull waits for me. Their helpless teacher stands, as thunderously as my desolate oppressor... Long, long ago I was as familiar as the thorn. Why, why are the gothtastic reptiles as fertile as their stormclouds?
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