You Can Feel Them On The Wind

Umbilical umbrellica of umbral phantanes "Anjelsmoth Banjitreel Naievae" These are the spasmodic words you cause in me, dare to ascertain in my exotic condition of your cusping contain My darkroom carotodomy gastronomy of infrareds and lightwinds, rushing in, scouts of wrath seeking the four ends As you pet pet pet care snap twang, mend "your pretty thing" KarmaSupra-Natural endear- in me how spooning feeds bends at my thrashing and gnashing of teeth where your purring thickens in my auditorium, arouses condition, echoes in sonar picture perfect verbatim, ruins in salvatore partition Your light-wound Is it a seizure, a leash Tourettes syndrome, speaking in tongues? What is it called, may I know- I need a name, give me your true name- and what aim, what precision archery, what kind of game are you hunting? Bondfires burning in the Valley of the Kings Stuck Pig, squealing and turned by your spiteful rotisserie of baneful spit you leave to dangle as an apple on your lips? Mountain Ram, braving the rocks and the heights carelessly of crash-ward depths? Did I lock horns a moments long locked on a linger and caught in a snare of your primal mating ritual of Astuan? Challenge your beckoning finger talons of Vulcan Eagle to soar me to the heavens, how did we get here? Why must I be your icarus of daring - savage amusement, knowing I cannot outstare the burning sun The melting in your wax museum, peepshow coliseum, of the lost, you are the acost of my 'verted musement again and again and again Libra is scaling taxation, purgatory perdeum owed- to the shades of Shangri la, I'd say we, you and me are more than even, Nefertiri Will our clashes ever die? Our gashes ever sustain or lusts or take the darts from our eyes? We a gleaming the cube and porpoising the rift on the lips of evermore, Eigypsed in the swollen rains with chariots on fire At the steppes of our estranged world, of the law, of desire ...You can feel them on the wind...