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"At the Seat of the Catacombs of Amygdala" "...the curse ruled from the underground down by the shore And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before..." The Curse Violet Black the night is still diving through oceans of stars now waking violins soaring in my heart’s crater speed to the seat of Amygdala Descartes moving closer anticipation,the Sphinx is smiling and Horus waiting in his castle calls me home abandoned in my green field mind of Lavendar spirits swinging hidden essence of secret monk’s theribles shrouded hoods in their grim reaper guarded churchyards writing words upon the air their Purgatory Alter daughtermotherdaughter Goddess prayers of devotion stealing love from sharks feeding them pearls and sirens singing in their love Indigo rapture velvet bee keeper gloved hand smoking catacombs Supersedure Queens and absent drones, bottles corking time hideous time sand dripping wet tears through the Hour Glass, never stops diamonds drop by drop acceleration dress-ups buckled straight jacket uniform no arms marching with the Soldiers of Conform setting tables,last feast rosaries now I lay me down to sleep up the stairs bowed and weeping swept out of sight in starched collars and cobwebs glistening Huntsman, no Audrey Hepburn,no Caron Daddy Long legs Aether sees her in a mirror falling down to Hades Lewis' traps on a hero’s mission saving 3 Graces and returning returning HOME. Violet Black the night is still diving through oceans of stars now waking waking she returns spinning her Golden Chord to pull you away closer into her sweet dreams held to her peaceful Polar Bear Hug sleeves it was never cold in their Igloo truth serum syllabub no silver spoon happy dreams,rough seas,then peaceful and still Black Swan singing in Joan of Arc chain mail Heavenly wings slip softly into starlight away from stalking cats blood sucking bats barking Hounds of Baskerville through galaxies of milky honeycomb, to where God hides in a protected glass snow globe somewhere beyond the pulsating No Go Zone Charon’s been handed his token None of this should be spoken. Nyx has Aether in her arms they are flying home Violet Black the night is still diving through oceans of stars now waking. Honeycomb cement feet sacrificial drowning A little death. Supersedure. Back in "their" kitchen the smell of stewed pears and chocolate cake baking. (Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)

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At the Seat of the Catacombs of Amygdala

"At the Seat of the Catacombs of Amygdala" "...the curse ruled from the underground down by the shore And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before..." The Curse Violet Black the night is still diving through oceans of stars now waking violins soaring in my heart’s crater speed to the seat of Amygdala Descartes moving closer anticipation,the Sphinx is smiling and Horus waiting in his castle calls me home abandoned in my green field mind of Lavendar spirits swinging hidden essence of secret monk’s theribles shrouded hoods in their grim reaper guarded churchyards writing words upon the air their Purgatory Alter daughtermotherdaughter Goddess prayers of devotion stealing love from sharks feeding them pearls and sirens singing in their love Indigo rapture velvet bee keeper gloved hand smoking catacombs Supersedure Queens and absent drones, bottles corking time hideous time sand dripping wet tears through the Hour Glass, never stops diamonds drop by drop acceleration dress-ups buckled straight jacket uniform no arms marching with the Soldiers of Conform setting tables,last feast rosaries now I lay me down to sleep up the stairs bowed and weeping swept out of sight in starched collars and cobwebs glistening Huntsman, no Audrey Hepburn,no Caron Daddy Long legs Aether sees her in a mirror falling down to Hades Lewis' traps on a hero’s mission saving 3 Graces and returning returning HOME. Violet Black the night is still diving through oceans of stars now waking waking she returns spinning her Golden Chord to pull you away closer into her sweet dreams held to her peaceful Polar Bear Hug sleeves it was never cold in their Igloo truth serum syllabub no silver spoon happy dreams,rough seas,then peaceful and still Black Swan singing in Joan of Arc chain mail Heavenly wings slip softly into starlight away from stalking cats blood sucking bats barking Hounds of Baskerville through galaxies of milky honeycomb, to where God hides in a protected glass snow globe somewhere beyond the pulsating No Go Zone Charon’s been handed his token None of this should be spoken. Nyx has Aether in her arms they are flying home Violet Black the night is still diving through oceans of stars now waking. Honeycomb cement feet sacrificial drowning A little death. Supersedure. Back in "their" kitchen the smell of stewed pears and chocolate cake baking. (Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)