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She calls me

but I cannot hear the name

across the lines of destiny walking a tightrope

of

intertwining complexity

Where is a guide to follow

for I am fallen

Cheval glace pivoting aside
to glimpse the caramel warmth
of creme texture in application

She -

tempting
seductive
refined

Never the faux fox

The pallbearers stepped ceremoniously
in their overly starched suits of black .
Down the stairs with a largish teak coffin ,
bagpipes blaring all around .

Your life has been one
of wealthy opulence
surpassing the Parisian
.... more about Monte Carlo

How is this to be played
.... you walk away
seemingly disinterested

I am not idle , though standing beyond motion
but a blaze running through
the forest of butterflied delight
my internal corona stirring an element , of passion waking

It's a distraction
inspired blackness
intruding with the semblance of subtlety
she there a simple skirt
a light blue rouse
cut to measure the breadth of imagination

A shadow eclipses my horizon.
Immensely foreboding,
yet for something so great,
so swiftly fleeting.
I raise this weary head,
yet find the path ahead clear,
freed from obstruction.

Am I blessed ....
they say it's oft times a case of having a gift
that water would flow wherever I should ask it
and earth should tremble forth when told

The pentagon pulsates like a living entity
the crimson stains that mark it upon the barren earth
ooze up with litre upon litre of thickish sticky plasma
as gradually forms begin to arise there

Raven love they say
my taint tattoos indelibly 'neath the skin
the form worn nights ebb as but a constance in cycle
this alliance with darkness portrays only a portrait of state

I cannot casually say nor should I even infer
by nature there is some demonic or otherwise inflicted evil
so resident with my whole
save perhaps original sin

Just a sliver , just a taste
shall I cut from thee
an appetiser , before the mains

Yes my dear , come over , near
don't let us a minute waste
for I deign to feed , richly deep

As you roll over in restful slumber
my eyes ignite then while you lay unaware
how they are tortured with an unnatural famine
blood pain hunger gnawing at the edges of peripheral vision

Leafing reverently through the rare yellowed pages ,
that priceless leatherbound masterpiece ,
what was it again ?

Steady now !

Let me focus these windy thoughts a moment .