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of Sparrows, Soot & Sand

αἰὼν παῖς ἐστι παίζων, πεττεύων· παιδὸς ἡ βασιληίη   
   
    ~♙~ 
sparrows call a song
      from the depths of their breasts
                    to the tune of aching morn
              as reverberating wind chimes sing along.
                         
                                              vapour laced whispers
                      born in pomegranate chambers
          shades of rose porcelain & succulent strawberry
  bursting from the vacant buds in expectation...
                       
echo'd swoons out of the woodlands
        riding on the coattails of lust steam'd mist                     
                          sweet jewels cocooned
under the spell of eager winged ethanol.
                       
fire erupting out of lyre strung alchemy
    ::    flight of the polar butterfly spirit    **
                        dual existence
                              of
ASYMmetrical discord bleeding in cacophonies.

    ~♙♙ ~
ivory tongues whip
cracking black bones 
..
ash heaps fall from lamps
onto soot stain'd silk clothes.

  (|)                  (||)
SMOKE    *    SMOKE
    in          *      out           
hades      *    halos     

thorny crucifixion fit for a king
starry serpent crown worn in sin
..
January flickers embers of the end
December burns beginnings anew
            for a shaman in full bloom

    ~♙♙♙~
unbound by a fate of being born too early
                                          or born too late
                                & without
              stepping in the same river twice
      time spreads across the divide
in a line untied or confined 
              //where// 
  tomorrow's mind
              unwittingly provides psychic songs
in tongues which are yet to be deciphered
          though those symbols shine secrets
                              illuminating skies
                  with compass constellations
          stretching across oceans
& the sandy shores of time.αἰὼν παῖς ἐστι παίζων, πεττεύων· παιδὸς ἡ βασιληίη   
   
    ~♙~ 
sparrows call a song
      from the depths of their breasts
                    to the tune of aching morn
              as reverberating wind chimes sing along.
                         
                                              vapour laced whispers
                      born in pomegranate chambers
          shades of rose porcelain & succulent strawberry
  bursting from the vacant buds in expectation...
                       
echo'd swoons out of the woodlands
        riding on the coattails of lust steam'd mist                     
                          sweet jewels cocooned
under the spell of eager winged ethanol.
                       
fire erupting out of lyre strung alchemy
    ::    flight of the polar butterfly spirit    **
                        dual existence
                              of
ASYMmetrical discord bleeding in cacophonies.

    ~♙♙ ~
ivory tongues whip
cracking black bones 
..
ash heaps fall from lamps
onto soot stain'd silk clothes.

  (|)                  (||)
SMOKE    *    SMOKE
    in          *      out           
hades      *    halos     

thorny crucifixion fit for a king
starry serpent crown worn in sin
..
January flickers embers of the end
December burns beginnings anew
            for a shaman in full bloom

    ~♙♙♙~
unbound by a fate of being born too early
                                          or born too late
                                & without
              stepping in the same river twice
      time spreads across the divide
in a line untied or confined 
              //where// 
  tomorrow's mind
              unwittingly provides psychic songs
in tongues which are yet to be deciphered
          though those symbols shine secrets
                              illuminating skies
                  with compass constellations
          stretching across oceans
& the sandy shores of time

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Ashes

◄ Masked Mystique of Venetian Hedonism #9

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