Ii Procne
...I must be dreaming. Alas, through
every dream, like pain through
anesthesia, a torturous
reality shows up.
A burning taste of jealousy.
A blind deaf muteness of
lust… I think I’d better ...
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Categories:
tereus, myth,
Form: Verse
I Philomela - Cm
...Blessed be the hour when angels
shake my filth off their wings.
The night was a garden of eyes*.
Luckily, days are blind.
Mute with the sinful obsession,
deaf to the call of blood,
I look for...
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Categories:
tereus, myth,
Form: Verse
Apocalypse
...—Tale of a wanderer who goes with a piece of myth—
The wanderer drifting in the wilderness searching for a long absent
darling leans against the moonlight at times. Wet with dew, is there any cha...
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Categories:
tereus, allegory, anxiety,
Form: Narrative