They revered today with a responsive vowel
Seek us down lecturing disorders of reflected bars
As a queen of September haunting your own passing
Living as steps to small rooms encircled in mirrors
Ripping and shredding a mould of tiny glass crumbs
Still torn and paled by the reality distinguished as illusion
Carrying Her name within a separated mirror fragment
Yesterday was solely a dream recognized by the ephemeris
Madness! Fearing the conclusive plunge of the sun
From the highest tree, that somehow isn’t very tall
Dream-hideaway to excel my trio of artsy concertos
One bottle in a circular row, two eggs within a wall
Lived on unhindered dragon wings extending relentlessly
Suppose this is but a shelter of forgotten realities
Drafting of the Keeper of the dimensions locked away
Extrapolate the eminent gift granted from an elapsed day
Old rapture couldn’t help you at the upcoming dusk
Inelastic threads unfolding and condensing into a shape
The ship’s stern churns and unleashes mordant glimpses
Strap your ears and cover your eyes in quicksand!!
Clinging as the suppressed victor of a cantle signed
The storm is here, the eye of storm has arrived!
As the martyr of derelict beliefs She remembers:
The nursing womb of the Oceanid mother
N. Ego
by joel nachio
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