Which Way Wayward Winds
Standing atop their rugged cliffs these rocks..
Mono y mono; his hounds from hell, begin to wail
Haunting notes time's tomb she knows; asunder screams
Receding dreams lapping at love's surf prophetic nights: pale the horse
Venire facias, mounting dunes to douse their flames his doughboy's gates elixir
Mirrors belief Diana sleeps her banshee wakes ? Lucidian moths, within gypsy circles....
Conjuring an accord Haley's comet vehement, your dreamscapes gaze; Uranus gales, face to face.
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