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Katzenberg Jul 2014
From far away has come
what lies beneath Dreamworld~
Inimical insomnia rises from below.
Lyrical temperance painted on walls,
walls of wonder, walls of gold.

Perseverance seizes my dryness
written alone with kitten ink~
And steals these sentiments of shyness
Speaking with an internal imp,
Rhythmical synthesis, words suddenly cringe.

And slowly we become rivers,
we become photographs without sun~
I release my eyes on your throat,
Reflections without borders,
******* behind God.

My decadence prayed for madness,
and knock on thine heavenly doors~
But what are we but just a lonely song?
A little music lost, a melody untold
But all and by all, we were just like tracks in the snow.

— The End —