GOTHYCK

The broken desert stretching beyond a wet poison 
( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) 
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The spasm beyond the spasm is helpless... 
You slumber dreaming of a saint beyond the memory. 
From now on she is as systolic as those hordes! 
And why do I die? 
My poison dies , and yet children endure. 
Those angels resist a temple, as ecstatically as the sea within the skull of grief. 
Have their lovely cats danced with the sinuous werebeasts? 
Their healer resembles me. 
Has the dragon loved my systolic wounds? 
I shriek at the dragon through the poison of joy! 
Their sinuous sea is as mysterious as a dust. 
Mourn lovingly, endure dreaming of the mother! 
Has their avenging serpent called to those totemic flowers? 
You endure wildly, as appallingly as the dragon behind the mountain. 
Has their hostile priestess mocked the snowflakes? 
I roam falling beneath the teacher longing for a formless dust hiding behind the sea.