Listening to the angry sea, and rain, while in my water room, i weave....
freaky weather in paradise.
I see beyond the sea-snake crown of thick-leaved jewels, as a gossamer veil conceals jealous goblins shape-shifting above a snow-dappled forest of freckled weeds… there third-eye rests amidst tangerine tentacles tearing my cinnamon green clemency glazed with holographic lime gold clover…. now I’m torn between wicked willows, and a weeping angel, vying for my peridot throne, embellished with envious emeralds, piercing passionately through sparkling scales of mermaid skin, as peacock oceanic fairies within skeleton silence flutter mint-teal memoirs of a narcissistic mantis~ tangling starry soliloquies.. there eagle-spotted mantas swirl across moon-kissed streams unfolding marine magnificence through mysteriously malevolent musings.. I care not for the rustic trinkets you wear on fiery feathers like cluttered calligraphy~ screaming in high-pitched stillness, longing to be seen and heard, their faded fragrance glows now within tranquil twilight roots like a forgotten facade, while I sit secluded~ in my flaming coral garden, as the modest maiden of the rosemary sun, unmoved and unbothered, by the wailing wind carrying notorious narratives of eclipsed echoes from sorrowful souls, where hollow fangs caress cruel currents of chaos, oblivious to the sonatas of jasmine rain, for I sing not for the spiteful tides of tethered turquoise, rippling with salt-soaked souvenirs mirroring the untamable agony of lost ancestors.
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