Glinted/ Relapsed Quills

Glinted

She rides the
silken dragon
into the abyss
of slumbering freedom,

beyond the pines
she seduces the sunrise
planting viridian chrysanthemums
to burn forevermore in the
ruby of eternity's eye.

Relapsed Quills

Brewing from forbode,
coagulated crimson.

Heavens juices
envelop my dreariness.

Lucky, little incandescent, sinful prism.

Drip drop,
my acid intrusion,
weariness,
silence,
my icey mistress of delusion.

Cry does the day,
as the night chuckles away.

Hinder my antiquity
of internal strife,
carnal conniptions,
placated this shine;

breath strays to the farthest
branches of serene torment.

In the belly of the
sacred Oracle,
I'm spewed.

Filtered through her mixture
of marrow and muerte.

My glow was calculated,
from heinous construe.

Regurgitate this spectrum
of anewed breath.

I thunder clasp,
my blitzkrieg of mimeographs.

Again,
I'll shall dine with minstrels,
and scratch muses;

pour our measure of
wisdom to the masses,

connected eternally,
in cosmic strings.

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