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Standing up on this polished stone as A bard once upon a time In the utopian monarchy of my lonely thought Sharping up the plight for its prime. As an apostate of vice On the face of the last dime, Announcing to the world my departure As a ci-devant scribe free of crime. Of misgiving, I trumpeted via dichotomy of gore Imbued as I may, silent and subversive This ambient resembles the inner furor Pure, hot, melting plasma and perverse Gratitude for incensed horn in the hand of Isidore! I have opened this door, Bearing the downpour of gall, Presumption full of venom in the mouth Of a snake wrangling the past That brings a constant surge of drought In the life so rough that won’t last. Give me the strength, for I have fought A fane carved into stone, for I have known Give me the pith of what I crave Like falling feathers from the pillow of love Where I have seen the maiden Levitating in the forests of deep, and above. I extent the space-time to moulder my soul In the battle that my body won’t endure But will in self-crucifixion enter the shoal Of far-away lands, and of peace so pure. I have chosen you, and given you the power I awarded you with such a gift Look at me with your marble blue eyes The same way I looked at you From down under, under the skies. I cannot force the demons floating in the shadows, I cannot untangle mysteries and secrets Of innocent feelings, for I have spawn, Sipping from this streamlet I call heart, Here is a chalice to drink up from dusk till dawn. That husky voice I held in my ears Like the stairway of ascension into music Into virtue, into solemn dream-world with no fears Where I could touch the fingers again Gently like the keys of an accordion For ought I know, soft and round Untangle this knot known as Gordian. How our choices and paths lead to mysteries How mysteries create despair, I will kill the serpent on the horizon And that will make it just and fair.
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