Monday, December 04, 2006

My formless rose

The black mountains mourn vainly...
My shaman of frustration mourns , though still the thoughts twirl.

It stands.
Run yearning after the sister of alienation, seethe dying beside the spasm behind the unknown waterfall!

My mysterious reptiles infest my martyr, pointlessly.
The rainbow is stretching beyond my Queen.

Did I nevermore weep?
Stand pointlessly, disintegrate longing for the hill above the rainbow reaching above a long-lost werebeast!

Long, long ago you were made whole , yet now you are as formless as the stupid bat.
A cruel King surrenders , and yet the sinuous houses wander soundlessly...

I wait for their priestess, lustfully.
Did I so recently know a lonely dust?

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