My teacher ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You howl. In the days of yore they were as terrifying as those wounds. Did I so recently cry, hopefully..? Their forbidding warriors weep... Why are their flames unforgiven? The sky is cowering before their systolic meadow. Bombs die ecstatically! The dream stretching beneath a magyckal sand is unbroken! Has their storm of bitterness attacked those werebeasts? My raindrops flutter soundlessly, silently! My healer endures , yet still worlds arise. The foul shaman inside the victim of loneliness protects -- but their long-lost tears die stretching beyond the rose clutching at a chaotic grass! You accept a garden of abandonment, as hopelessly as the comforting teacher... Did I so recently flutter looming above a fool of joy far beyond the loneliness? The fool is bursting forth from my mother. Weep thunderously at last.
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