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Somewhere out of sense
Something else should be voiced
Evolving through the time
It will resound
In things around
But it’s still concealed

Find and proclaim

Hear their lungs gnaw dormant quiet
Strip fine words and carve ill thoughts
Loud is bellow of their bodies
(That) floats with no answer
Bestowed

See them bowed again by their own hubris
With the red teeth grin to the world apleased

Let this night
Flee and the ethers
Slip between feathers
Of high-flying birds.
Let the light
Freeze in the air
In chandeliers
Of bizarre blooms.

There was a boy
Who dreamed of a distant star
And wished the secrecy of light could have been shown to him, by far
He felt that he did not belong to the Earth alone
But to this star too
And that was true

On mighty wings, he crossed the skies in a leap

Corpuscular abscesses on atrophied sells of the universe
And foam and bile swelled in the veins of a strange ocean
Humanoid organisms munch in the pith of the air
Swarming among piles of grotesque forms under a swollen sun

If only put off the tight skin and hide in the roomy shell
And cuddling its crystalline sides with elastic fibers of muscles
Listen to the echoes of deep layers of being

Bare was the ground underneath
And the night was ill at ease
As the Aries poured again.
Rays like a scarlet waterfall
Rustled over rusted pole
When the sun had gone
In the ever asure steeps.
In stark gravity of end

Leave the trails of blood imbued with honey dew
Radiance of solar bloom will nurture wounds
Spellbound with bliss
Kneel down with ease
Take off a crown with deep release
Alive above all else that dies
Stay calm and still as if sealed in silence

The end is a mystery that so far remains
It is always something that no one can explain
Lit lights lead those who have been finally lost
Breath life into those, who’ve been exhausted

With ebbs and flows of time let voices carry the answers
That once had been buried
The price is never known beforehand

Nymphs
Were plucking
The pearls with thin porcelain fingers
When the time
Drowned in the delicacy
Of their sweetest play
And having followed the idyllic motions
Floundering in the paradoxical combination

Long ago
There were the waves
That pitched and rolled the whity whales,
On and on
The sharpest stones
Ripped their bellies, broke their bones.
And now they are gone
And all is one -

Gale will fall with moan and swallow tiny globe
And louder and louder will ring the rumbling surf.
Rage will leave the valiant weep, the meek repine
And father and farther will reach its heavy hand.
Pitch black amnesia of heavens will peel off
And higher and higher will go the flames of ridges.
Ceaseless leaden glints will shine on barren heath
And nigher and nigher will come awakened ghosts.