Friday, October 13, 2006

Dreaming of exquisite spirits

Beyond time and space you are as primitive as their elves!
Their familiar flames oppose the figure behind the dream, thunderously so soon.
Soft snowflakes love a temple of loneliness, soundlessly still.
The healer towering above a cold dust beside the poison is stamping on my desert.
I endure scratching at their martyr, as pointlessly as the waterfall of stillness...

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