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quinta-feira, 14 de abril de 2016

fruits of endeavour



the sands of life
the sudden roar
through ancient words, 
my lips
your hips
through the flesh
of midnight solitude,
the harmony of the wicked 

the embodiment 
of the world
in the enchanted
 visions 
of wandering spirits
forlorn 
they withdraw
to pure chaos
 and ecstasy
- in a new wave of life


a sunbeam,
 to praise all endeavor
torns the sky
our bleeding hands 
carried it before
through this earth
walking 
through the chimeras
in here 
nothing remains 
unbroken
nothing remains 
in comfort

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