Confusion binds us to a beautiful stronghold, tranquilizing and draining us into phantom pain and entropic pleasure.
Trembling sonnets, whirling sinews, applauds beckon. Silhouettes converge to live in my head.
Delighting in unusual desire and moving rapidly to fall like trees into lethal rivers. Empathic and awkward ravens flee.
My executioner howls through melting teeth, its blessed ghoulish engine. Solitary bringer of atrocity, missing oceans of time.
Pure creatures at dawn, burning snow by the mountainside. They understand the flame and they love life.