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segunda-feira, 11 de junho de 2012

the flowers nest








lost in a creed

my reverence 

within your caress

my lust, the crest

of raptured body waves

- through all the flaming ways



mother, 

in anguish 

remarking the paths

of wisdom

deceit or madness

all servants of an ancient darkness



casting stones

for the Son of Man

your inner development

is the devoted seed

being left without sin

no witness for the wortless

where all time fades, traceless

no transcendence

to a undeemed humanity



- the true lies

all that you wasted

I want 

to make it yours

again

(she says)



tune it now, 

your mysterious dance 

through the sound of alienations

tune it all

at the same heart beat.


























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