Monday, June 22, 2015

The Sacred Mirror

There was a way between worlds,
He had a way with words,

Measured with every breath,
Hips and elegance, her very doorstep,

Surely I'm sloughing off responsibility,
Trading places for wind,

Pearls to a princess,
Highly unregarded acumen,

Don't you regret it, but the best part comes next,
Dying in the hallways,

By hell or high folly,
I'm either languid or jolly, living in the amphitheaters,

Crushed upon a velvet floor, a
Princess of whirlwinds.

Don't be pretentious, lazy,
Don't you know what slow beast daily?

Don't fucking look at me, I'm orphaned,
I will be, I will be, ... whatever

Holy figurehead half spoken,
Something in the way, hierophant.

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