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Crepuscular
Sunset in light plum
temper runs high this evening
Feelings are fallen leaves
drifted by the brook away
Someone misnamed me a tree
do not all trees have roots ?
Yet I've electrical wires
ever and anon , that was the spirit
Guitars flow in a dismissive red
your voice a keen sword
your eyes a sharpened blade
You are whispering my rose
you're singing my white lily
Take a stare , by now a wherry
get across to our veins
it's bow tears apart the heavens
Thick air collapses on my chest
red wine in the glasses
but transparent liquor for me
I do plead
for sober is my mind
Dim lantern on the knoll
the door opens to the wild crowd
There is a seashell on the sky
a billion of voices in the air
I 've lost your own
Last night I 've heard you
spelling my real name
you , speck upon my cells
you Lilith , you quicksilver
perpetual shadow upon the earth
Do not abate the edge of your existence
there still is a way long in front of you
Be courageous , be a thrust
how can it be by any means
the end of such a story
Thirst on the lips , sweat on the brow
the Eternal Virgin adressed me a message
"remain faithful to me , lay by my crown"
My noble Queen I've ripened thoughtful
that I were for long thine attendant
Do not overlook , there's no escape
in your vacant chapel trembling flames
burn to ashes the faith and the wings
Thrown in an endless fall
how depressing that is this
The morning star penetrates my eyes
no matter , this is not the dawn
All of my friends became a stone
I've dreamed of a room without walls
so as to see you all around
In my eyes pupil you are surfing
spume on the summit of the waves
I beg you , I beseech
return to your old games
it's been so long that you didn't
A nightingale stands still
plastic box in a kiln
I cannot give a sign
or raise the flag
to denote the time
the everlasting light
the sparkling plumes of the angel
who had sheltered once
the south wind of my love
Before long comes the dusk
letters made of dazzle
transcend our belief
Are not a million the names of the God ?
There is one in front of the boat
Still you bethinking of the dinghy ?
Baptized in the Holy Spirit
it contrived to surpass the death
outstrip the old days
and haunting all but one of our dreams
Retire now my precious boon
lay down my moon's gleam
for days of moot are up to arising.
I shall meet you in afresh
back and forth my daughter
and by the same my mother's womb
since you've always been there
far deep inside the sun
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