Frozen Zone
Be seven minutes, five or three;
in frozen zone time stops it's spin.
It's you and me...just you and me...
melting epochs in carnal kiln.
I'm here to scorch your sodden woods,
but soon to douse your every leaf
and bloom with gushing rapturous fluids,
till tremble you on crazy cliff.
Don't think all this a looney spiel
of one amnestic bard with crushed
psyche under the clocking wheel
or whooshing sounds of carnal rush!
You know, behind these stirring woos,
there's calmly love, as comely ruse!
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