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luni, 5 decembrie 2011


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
I have sunken under hellish power of 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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