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Longing for fire, with the sun in my hand
though there's nothing I want, I resent the dark void,
Layers of emptiness, lust and demand
as I quest on for something resembling joy.

Awed by the lion, aroused by the goat
hypnotized by the serpent, ignoring the whole.
Storms always coming, yet always remote
as I abandon all consequence charged to my soul.

Unholy tenderness hissed between teeth
as life crawls from the ruins of Temples I'd built.
Lovers beg mercy in face of the beast
to be charred by the venom of chimeral guilt.

Storm-chased imperial, Sire of unrest,
resurrecting the ashes; perceptions of yore.
Cynical fancies held tight to my breast
while his brimstone-damped tongue leaves me thirsting for more.

Naked excuses still grappling for clothes
that deceptions have stitched into tangled designs.
Perjured affections are loath to expose
the true depth of vindictiveness seeded in mind.

Racing ahead of Olympian rage
and yet lost to the tempests of living desire
weary and lonely enough to engage
in a moment of stillness, to live or expire.

Merely a second of pause and Chimera was gone
but his Pride was unleashed, in my breast and transformed
faces imperiled by injuries spawned
into fronts of revenge, and emotional storms.

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