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“The Road to Maximus and Winter’s de-Reckoning” Winter pulled me into Her like I was Her new season and cooly stroked my fevered skin like the contours of my body were the finest Lotus silk an expensive treasure never seen before nor felt She curled into the shaded Summer fox hollows of me and walked nonchalantly without a care through the green valleys of my mind as if She were Spring again wanting to make love like a mad loon in some lost lovers woods where shining red apples lay spread wide and wanton wasting on the ground, as if a tasting of elusive life, like the decisions of choice plucked from a box of gifted Candy, had been partly digested yet blithely disgarded and ignored for something much better; Autumn ponderously “realed” me back in heralding Her arrival, as if She, Winter, was an immovable force not to be slighted, nor fooled; All that dark long night She stayed by my side as if I was some ransom to barter, as if Her possession of me, was a token to entry, that some burning Manderley beckoned me along with Her, hypnotically further in down that off-road pot-holed path towards a now ruinous home I no longer recognized, some type of cleansing baptism was taking place, the type where tears no longer reign, and there exists a fierce firestorm inside, there was an element of eternal emolation in the warmth of its ever closer lively caress; romance in that state of being undressed was an unconquered emo territory addressed, and I, being a recalcitrant and connosseur of all things lux and burning bright, relished such an enticing opportunity, so I turned my back with glee on the body sunk in the vast depths of that perilous Ocean behind me, I turned my back like I had committed some revolutionary Rebecca act like murdering a devout poet of godly conscience, and She whispered something into my ear Her cold breath sending shivers of delight down my fevered spine and back up again into the trusted jewel of my heart, as if I was the only one to be privvy to such a secret; She pushed me gently forward as if no need to be concerned of the consequences, I could feel the smile on Her face close to my ear the secret was dark and hot and sickly sweet, like melting velvet chocolate, I could taste it in the very words that lay indolently tattooed on my warm tongue wanting to be spoken but shy of the truth, so I kept my mouth shut and listened to the crackling of music through the flames, as if the hushing of those words might be repeated through the automatic static of some distant haunting melody, the white noise of another dimension and its buried memories; like an undone moth drawn to enticing flame with a secret well-kept under wing unspoken, unseen – weird and calmly still – yet, inside the torrents like a river running wild, I moved my bare feet across the field as if in Elysian and hurried further in towards Him a maximus of singularity co-joined … again; it would seem. Love all consuming burns All Souls within Candide Diderot. ‘25 “Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again”…

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Date: 4/10/2025 2:34:00 AM
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Date: 4/10/2025 2:35:00 AM
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