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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As crystal glacier, suspended in the onyx air, bleeds darkness kissed with saline sadness, clouds tiptoe through trapped phantom winds, dripping sinister creatures rising from the egoistic eyes ~ cracked illusions reflecting the underbelly of fragrant fountains ~ an inverted resemblance of grotesque monsters lurking in seething spaces, heinous jaws of the ill-omened ocean, where mermaid madness is born from the womb of sun-deprived urchins, jaded and jinxed ~ caging the paranoid demons in a kaleidoscopic kingdom of paper delirium, spiraling with malicious laughter ~ an echo of lucid lies and watercolor sin… Maybe if I kneel on the golden altar of nocturnal petals, lifting my hands, silencing oblivious mantras of mania and unheard cries~ place a prayer, adrift in a cursed conch shell, quivering and sighing sagas to the feathered horizon, rippling with hope across the vast blue of brokenness, seeking solace in the footfalls of northern lights~ then might the stars compose a tune, no longer fixated upon chasing infernal wild roses stirring within vermilion verses of a psyche haunted by splitting realities~ O twilight wanderers... Walk with me through the shadows of the valley where xanthic leaflets gather light to the summons of ravens, yearning to brush the skyline; where the heart knows no fear of evil, and Zen, etched in calligraphy, spans the sands of death and hereafter…
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