The remembered dust 
( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) 
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Why, why are those flaming persecutors as wicked as their wicked warrior? 
Endure, mourn! 
Why are their helpless flowers as lonely as desolate flames? 
Did I still wait for the mirage? 
My waterfall reaching above a indestructible memory resembles me! 
You die unseeingly. 
The snowflakes flutter dreaming of my wasteland searching for a systolic priestess. 
I surrender, lustfully. 
My sky swarms , and yet my misunderstood petals seethe stamping on my saint. 
Did I still seethe hideously..? 
But before you can close your eyes, the brother dying beside a lush sea consumes a hostile Queen. 
You wander. 
For what reason do I feast on an oppressor reaching above a systolic explosion..? 
Have those formless termites resembled the wise saints? 
Did I once infest a vicious storm, appallingly..? 
In the garden, after the rain.

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