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Leaning by the bell, arms open to the dominion of lights so bombastique Harrowed by lawless but resolved in my self-legislation I chew away my rose like a bovine 'Round the winding alley in the groovin' haze Made of primeval memories and molecular scars; where Snowflakes parachute geometrically under a heavenly maze An orphan who lost himself in a shipwreck Shied naught from his prayer, his crown For the constitution of this authentic life He stands alone in mystery As calmly as a protester to romance Like the nameless clock in a midnight plaza As I rise over the velet dusk A world under my winged talaria tells me I am my own definition for all things untranslatable Then I contemplate like a bewitched apostate And march on ceaselessly to the light of day For king is a poet who was forced to be a warrior Leaning against the canal rails, I cover my cig afire Displaced since birth Disjointed through life Dismantled after death Black waves roll across the calamitous roars of night As I drown majestically into the quietest void in me An empire under my feet A universe in my eyes Whispers to gods I cast in dissolving chariots of smoke For my name to outlive me to perpetuity This rickety life, a rocketin' lie A firework on the Fourth of July I pray again like an Olympian in his temple A breath, a moment, a glory
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Oct 12, 2024
Oct 12, 2024 at 11:37 AM UTC
On the Bell Tower
Leaning by the bell, arms open to the dominion of lights so bombastique Harrowed by lawless but resolved in my self-legislation I chew away my rose like a bovine 'Round the winding alley in the groovin' haze Made of primeval memories and molecular scars; where Snowflakes parachute geometrically under a heavenly maze An orphan who lost himself in a shipwreck Shied naught from his prayer, his crown For the constitution of this authentic life He stands alone in mystery As calmly as a protester to romance Like the nameless clock in a midnight plaza As I rise over the velet dusk A world under my winged talaria tells me I am my own definition for all things untranslatable Then I contemplate like a bewitched apostate And march on ceaselessly to the light of day For king is a poet who was forced to be a warrior Leaning against the canal rails, I cover my cig afire Displaced since birth Disjointed through life Dismantled after death Black waves roll across the calamitous roars of night As I drown majestically into the quietest void in me An empire under my feet A universe in my eyes Whispers to gods I cast in dissolving chariots of smoke For my name to outlive me to perpetuity This rickety life, a rocketin' lie A firework on the Fourth of July I pray again like an Olympian in his temple A breath, a moment, a glory
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Oct 12, 2024
Oct 12, 2024 at 11:37 AM UTC
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