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segunda-feira, 11 de junho de 2012

Flowers Nest

lost in a creed
my reverence 
with your caress,
my lust, in the crest
of raptured body waves

- through all the flaming ways

in anguish 
remarking the paths
of wisdom
deceit or madness
all servants of an ancient 

casting stones
for the Son of Man
your inner development
is the devoted seed
being left without sin
no witness for the wortless
where time fades, traceless
no transcendence
to a undeemed humanity

- the true lies

and all that you wasted
I want 
to make it yours
(she says)

tune it now, 
your misterious dance 
with this sounds
tune it all
at the same heart beat.

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