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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My eyes are platinum, an abyss They reflect the midday sky, a blue relic I blink back molten metal tears These garments are loose bleeding petals They hang like rolls of skin, peeling and shedding Billowing and sagging a Gothic shape Black and bright this sight of mine Shimmering like veils of flaming satin A glazed, mirrory gleam of invisibility What of these nerve coils? This case of absolute lambaste I haven't a qualm of the raven's hallmark I alight, steadfast and amiable Blinking my eyes of evanescing quarters Upon the ghastly faltering rip tide of Atlantis A trick, a favorable fancy, a visionary swarming with ivory It knocked me faint with copious screams A miracle! It would have killed me! What sort of jungle gutter has exploded over there? Unstrung jellyfish kissed by acetylene Fossils of shame, their death was delicate I am too pure for this me-lieu The last Victorian league A grandiose comet trailing innards of ancient origins Berries rot under the summer's tombstone Buried under scant reeds, skinny and dusty Our folk are braced for eelish lichens Perfectly violent, shopworn and blemished Til the pique of all furor does daunt and amaze The gift of something beautiful, luxurious and annihilating Where is my well-wisher, the paragon saint? I've been hoodwinked by the moon-eyes sleuth! Your death, oh gracious! I'll see it burnt and blood-splattered I'll remember the Albatross of Atlantis Home of the Arcadian Devil, tongueless and flimsy A world of blue vol-ted days in a nostalgic geranium universe.
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