He woke on the ground
and felt the Earth laying paths
in her full revolution.
Pass the sweetened memories yet had.
And in the final moment before lucidity,
an expansive breath found him
basking in the manic love of a thousand sultry muses.
"Fistfulls of locks, and the tangled driven."
Princesses and beggarmaids,
all offer their charities.
Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 11:10 PM UTC
He woke on the ground
and felt the Earth laying paths
in her full revolution.
Pass the sweetened memories yet had.
And in the final moment before lucidity,
an expansive breath found him
basking in the manic love of a thousand sultry muses.
"Fistfulls of locks, and the tangled driven."
Princesses and beggarmaids,
all offer their charities.
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