Resonant fury we bear before;
The droplets O'crimson on the white-black contour.
Symbols, sigils, etched on the /wall/;
Green splashes and red fashions.
"How we live in bliss,
Mere, this earthly kiss..."
We can see the rage that drowned the eyes,
The ilk which blinded even fair-sighted of their size.
This wispy haze tears my silken guise to a daze.
"Moonlight tempered, and vibrant grey-water cosmos..."
Something about this entropy,
Screams and shrieks.
A predicate of what to come and what'll ~ we'll never see;
What we can feel but never flee.
This angering tinge is minuscule but mine.
This clock ticks but the hands frolic in time, behind.
"Pretty branching blood-spindles, and white doves. A lifetime in an amber; an amber in ink..."
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Sonorous Winds of Ruin
PoetryAnother branching story to the over-arching story of my poems. A story with a poetic structuring.
