All men who have achieved great things have been great dreamers.
twisting ecstacy
regalia of boon
waking the dormant
ice-clothed pawn
simmering hotness
allowing to erupt
disconnected thoughts
in a gentle abrupt
brewing aroma
of delicacies on fire
craving for nothing
in the barbless wire
restless libido
containing thy mind
closing innuendo
in a refined halo
jekyll and hyde
who shall appear
in falseness of truth
or the glory of wrath
epitaph carved
the smile of an inkling
relieved to the deathbed
in rising from within
Oracle bequeathed
nowhere to run
where? for refuge
in solitary? or Rune?
clasping hands
sweat unbound
dripping, flowing
down and round
sparks and shocks
numbing nerves
of cracking rapture
to doom awaits.
when things aren't just the way going you want 'em to, it seems that it ends up more complication. better go with the flow, forget to counter, just see through it.
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