Far beyond
A bounce of
red chalices
Landed on
sulphur of thought
It is said
from trunked vows of venomous tongue:
I am the
night at fallen hope’s season
My curtain
failed to daemon’s whistled fears
I dare to
laugh though it’s broken sparkles of sanity
Might be
spelled : sound-like
Deaf patterns
of molded shrikes
Where tissue
desires unbound the voracious hand of
knowledge
Untouched
I have
sunken under hellish power of faith
Faith?
A forbidden
wish
An infinity
of foolish credos drown into acid
‘ve got strength upon universal concealment
From all
May crawl
by now…………
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