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Janis, she just mocks, how they knock off every berry And the snow on the branch, now, “Calandra, never worry.” Seasons come, like they fall, and they spring forever weary In the Valley of the Orchids, rare are birds unto a journey Feeble, does he brew; with the stones, shall he marry Corralled is the smoke, tossing hills as it carries Fuming seas in the sky, past the bricks and the rye Cabaret, hear him, nigh does his skin peel and fly On an arch in a prairie in a province in a land Where the children are told how to fear their hands Atop smoky pine feathers that burst when they're touched We stomp and we squeak to the air on, we march A prison laced in reddened storms drones on mountains ever-scored Looking north by north bygone, the test, remiss, we’ll move southward But on the sky sits Cerise Range and all around in spheres, a cage And then, a beak we see invade! A crash and splat; of juice we’re made May the fly, the mayfly evade the day the children hang The Brewer, haste has made, pours his broth, begins the day Hide, little child, like the fly, become the blanket on the marsh Become the stock, but don't give up, next month won't be so harsh Jude of June, that's what she’s called, she grooms her quill and tests her ink The One of Blue, another name, she writes for everyone to breath, she blinks, “O small brown bird, you speak the path? Well I have ever shone on some.” The Summer Sun, that's who she is, who waits for Janis, soon to come Jewel in the eye, dome of peace Returneth casts our masks beneath Iris besets, “Berceuse, my mess.” Sad, for slowly nights a guess. Part-time, will’o’writs she can dust A cat's tail christened, paw in a gust Navigating, where galleys waste strewn The suns of Aude across its boon Deliver us Toulmask, lost and protested Past Bejeweled Silken in millions, nested In Scepter where embers aroma holds on To the sands like rocks destroying its spawn Into the nest, deep. With Man, reborn against winds and dusk Will best the heaps, lifespans of each, in caverns each a husk Cut deep with scythes. The Trembling, Bellowing, Festering, Reckoning, unending Octobering deathening, surrendering: You! Bird, the bell rings Brown bard, the sun sings Sky guard, no venerate Berried lark, thou emirate Welcome, into ends and to makers Watch with, admire, be your desires Forget time, velvet rubs you and penetrates Valley’s of orchids that start, to disintegrate
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
Calandra and the Snow Berries
Janis, she just mocks, how they knock off every berry And the snow on the branch, now, “Calandra, never worry.” Seasons come, like they fall, and they spring forever weary In the Valley of the Orchids, rare are birds unto a journey Feeble, does he brew; with the stones, shall he marry Corralled is the smoke, tossing hills as it carries Fuming seas in the sky, past the bricks and the rye Cabaret, hear him, nigh does his skin peel and fly On an arch in a prairie in a province in a land Where the children are told how to fear their hands Atop smoky pine feathers that burst when they're touched We stomp and we squeak to the air on, we march A prison laced in reddened storms drones on mountains ever-scored Looking north by north bygone, the test, remiss, we’ll move southward But on the sky sits Cerise Range and all around in spheres, a cage And then, a beak we see invade! A crash and splat; of juice we’re made May the fly, the mayfly evade the day the children hang The Brewer, haste has made, pours his broth, begins the day Hide, little child, like the fly, become the blanket on the marsh Become the stock, but don't give up, next month won't be so harsh Jude of June, that's what she’s called, she grooms her quill and tests her ink The One of Blue, another name, she writes for everyone to breath, she blinks, “O small brown bird, you speak the path? Well I have ever shone on some.” The Summer Sun, that's who she is, who waits for Janis, soon to come Jewel in the eye, dome of peace Returneth casts our masks beneath Iris besets, “Berceuse, my mess.” Sad, for slowly nights a guess. Part-time, will’o’writs she can dust A cat's tail christened, paw in a gust Navigating, where galleys waste strewn The suns of Aude across its boon Deliver us Toulmask, lost and protested Past Bejeweled Silken in millions, nested In Scepter where embers aroma holds on To the sands like rocks destroying its spawn Into the nest, deep. With Man, reborn against winds and dusk Will best the heaps, lifespans of each, in caverns each a husk Cut deep with scythes. The Trembling, Bellowing, Festering, Reckoning, unending Octobering deathening, surrendering: You! Bird, the bell rings Brown bard, the sun sings Sky guard, no venerate Berried lark, thou emirate Welcome, into ends and to makers Watch with, admire, be your desires Forget time, velvet rubs you and penetrates Valley’s of orchids that start, to disintegrate
Finished July 5, 2017
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
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