High on Tumuli,
Keeled in sways washed out from brazen oceans...
...the birds may have me now...
Prey!..strip this ageing skin, then take my eyes.
Let the Oort Cloud iris break upon
these lakes of trancing humour,
as Veronicas of astral grace
silk down the valley strides.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC
High on Tumuli,
Keeled in sways washed out from brazen oceans...
...the birds may have me now...
Prey!..strip this ageing skin, then take my eyes.
Let the Oort Cloud iris break upon
these lakes of trancing humour,
as Veronicas of astral grace
silk down the valley strides.
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