The house of a thousand mirrors!
Blood, dripping from the corners of my eyes
Intently I glare
Reaching out within the stillness....
Rippling waters, about a face
That I can no longer recognize
Voices calling out
Vague to my ears
Is it there or is it here?
Melting forest....
Stepping, unto the other. side
Mystical in this pagans moment
I look around
Blood, dripping from my fingers
Once again, I have arrived....
Silence amid the laughter
Growing nearer
Suspended in time
Further I go
Deeper, into the unknown
Atop the reflections, of this surface
The current, of these tilting tides....
I walk among the procession
In the house of a thousand mirrors
Blood, dripping from my tongue
Is it here or is it there?
These raging rushing waters
Of this, darkened turning sky....
Standing, within the silence of the stillness
Rippling colours, of carnals taunting
Rising, amid the crimsons waterfalls
Now, dripping from this heart
In the house of a thousand mirrors
The mirrors, of the ever, poisoned mind....
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.... Sin!
I have built
a house on the hill
of dream
We both have craved about it
overstating the travail it was taking us
to get things done, but in reality
I was more impressed by the swift
and gentle tempo of our hearts
We unpacked boxes
of chocolate memories
The welcoming blinds grappled
with sea wind breezing in
Last night, we greeted
the quiet hill
with our breath panting from such usual rite
into the contentedness of desire
And the stars photographed
our blushful thoughts, engraving them
into the house
that we both wished
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