Sinister, bright, the flowers
condone toxic hands against the earth
where birth never ends
and all is musty near the mud
to envision glittering gems above the clouds
I reach yet the pleasure has gone
all grotesque about the earth
I pull dream-like shivas from the heavens
gods beware!
The sin wavers alive
waking from promises broken
Under skies
the traveller
seeks the r...

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