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elemental imbalance
Feathered hallucinations
drifting in painted lilacs
of ascension
soft blindfolds
wrapped in velvet
dragonfly superstition
careless
and too far from the owls
for intuition
a kidnapped manifestation
of restless breath
hitching
and receding
from the conscious
unquenchable combustion
dancing to the epilepsy
of a crude mentor
sporadic seduction
bruised in deception
it licks harsh spasms
of compulsive seizures
mysteriously watching
the death of muses
in soliloquy
sensual extremes
trail lava saliva
as the wrath
breeds a new light
on the ashes
for the future
misconstrued
and perfectly flawed
great monoliths
obstructed
by graffiti trauma
and tectonic shifts
crumbling
in sight of
eroded cliffs
once pregnant
with broken hymns
of gilded prosperity
grew rosemary
but now aborts nostalgia
crying in a field
littered with whores
and abused gifts
fertilizing
barren soil
styx is angry
possessing every river
from ground to sky
and heaven to earth
exerting it's fury
with so much pressure
that the very atmosphere
is cascading
violently
and shuddering
from a cleansing that almost burns
through emotive raining
in a catastrophic
spiral dynamic
releasing
it's broken heart
my feeble spirit
seems to be
quintessentially inbalanced
and striving for elemental
connection
helplessly lost
in the labyrinth
of my psyche
drifting in painted lilacs
of ascension
soft blindfolds
wrapped in velvet
dragonfly superstition
careless
and too far from the owls
for intuition
a kidnapped manifestation
of restless breath
hitching
and receding
from the conscious
unquenchable combustion
dancing to the epilepsy
of a crude mentor
sporadic seduction
bruised in deception
it licks harsh spasms
of compulsive seizures
mysteriously watching
the death of muses
in soliloquy
sensual extremes
trail lava saliva
as the wrath
breeds a new light
on the ashes
for the future
misconstrued
and perfectly flawed
great monoliths
obstructed
by graffiti trauma
and tectonic shifts
crumbling
in sight of
eroded cliffs
once pregnant
with broken hymns
of gilded prosperity
grew rosemary
but now aborts nostalgia
crying in a field
littered with whores
and abused gifts
fertilizing
barren soil
styx is angry
possessing every river
from ground to sky
and heaven to earth
exerting it's fury
with so much pressure
that the very atmosphere
is cascading
violently
and shuddering
from a cleansing that almost burns
through emotive raining
in a catastrophic
spiral dynamic
releasing
it's broken heart
my feeble spirit
seems to be
quintessentially inbalanced
and striving for elemental
connection
helplessly lost
in the labyrinth
of my psyche
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