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Vlarken Hvyrmtor Jul 2015
Underneath a willowtree
twists your summerbeard
with your winterbeard
entwined

You think your greenthoughts
of gnarl, leg, branch, and twig
of foretime kisses under moonlight
of nowtime creakings under foglight

You grasp with groaning fingers
after a moth in flight
and catching him
lick the dust from his wings

You crunch with rotten legs
through leaves in swirl
and crushing them
soak sunlight from their blood

Underneath your willowtree
your bark whitens
and in breathing out
unwinds
M Clement Dec 2012
**** your unbecoming

Rant Like a child
Saying things far less mild

Feeding Soliloquy
Deep within the WillowTree
Keeping the third-eye satiated

Blackened remorse as we follow the course
Of the mare, riding into oblivion
Set with the setting sun
Break with the wind
Somber up immortality
Lessened by your falsities

We all believe in something
But it doesn't mean we're right
We all believe in something
I'm sure we'll learn to fight

"Blessed are the ignorant,"
Is a line I'll never say
For "ignorance is bliss"
Is a lie so far away

— The End —