Binge
Break,break,break on the cold,gray septa
(the veil is ripped and so am I)
\Fern sundered amongst the
Daffodils,dandelions and diadems tarnished
With the oxidation of time and tide
That waits for no man.
\Well here I am
The littlest seraph of Sodom
(what did they do in Gomorrah?)
Blow horns and sack butts
Tan-ta-ra
The epitome of epiphanies awaits
And Gabriel - you go play in the other room.
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