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No Garden awaits here, I am Stone You are Water, so We are lost Gardener: tend my arid places Hope for me when I have nothing Be my Rock to future flowers Maybe there are none left me Masada palaced and unplaced Our longest dreams of lions Now is now, a furled fist Behind my back and seen Not at all and never again So it never happened, we all Agree ~*~ Read Me all the Poemes You Fynde My Rising shall Be just to Hande I Arise to Illustrate Your Care Earn thus Existential Tendril Iambic grace, Rarest remonstrance Pentameters helplessly Entwine Willow so Willing to Your taste I will take your hand Lead you far and a- fielding A great song eats strange hours Horses know, wielding such power A-stamping and snorting Horses born crazy, now bending tame Never underestimate planetary power To lay you to ground Sleeping, a runaway, One changling thing who clings Inside sweat-soaked dream burrows No evasion, no escape In such wild grown tall goddess Places, clinging to a broken bit A knuckle’s worth of bitter Traded for a kiss All is well
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Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 1:30 AM UTC
Stone, the Gardener
No Garden awaits here, I am Stone You are Water, so We are lost Gardener: tend my arid places Hope for me when I have nothing Be my Rock to future flowers Maybe there are none left me Masada palaced and unplaced Our longest dreams of lions Now is now, a furled fist Behind my back and seen Not at all and never again So it never happened, we all Agree ~*~ Read Me all the Poemes You Fynde My Rising shall Be just to Hande I Arise to Illustrate Your Care Earn thus Existential Tendril Iambic grace, Rarest remonstrance Pentameters helplessly Entwine Willow so Willing to Your taste I will take your hand Lead you far and a- fielding A great song eats strange hours Horses know, wielding such power A-stamping and snorting Horses born crazy, now bending tame Never underestimate planetary power To lay you to ground Sleeping, a runaway, One changling thing who clings Inside sweat-soaked dream burrows No evasion, no escape In such wild grown tall goddess Places, clinging to a broken bit A knuckle’s worth of bitter Traded for a kiss All is well
Love song/war tale A bit of an experiment in experience.
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AlisonWild
F/California
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 1:30 AM UTC
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