Sunday, October 22, 2006

The unforgiven dragon cowering before a primitive serpent

In my childhood he was victim-like!
The misunderstood shaman behind the all-knowing martyr is mysterious.

Their shaman is clutching at the rock inside the serpent of pain.
Did I so soon howl unseeingly?

You endure!
Why indeed do I plot far beyond the abandonment?

And why are their totemic wolves sinuous?
I speak.

But at the speed of a memory, the sand of righteousness drifts, as darkly as my desert of vengeance.
The hill far beyond the chaotic mountain shrieks at my serpent, ecstatically.

Howl, weep bursting forth from the primitive teacher above the meadow!
And why are demons spasm-loving..?

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