Fawn says butter
for my biscuit no Poe row.
Pain in the flame
the fly imagination.
Discovery demands choice.
V for voice. Strangers make rangers.
Peace garden peace!
Ardors for its beauty
where bitter sorrows
sacred check caught a neck.
For horrors, silver and dark,
stuffed with feathers
a slow honey bark.
Raids where played
in winds wept peaks.
Lets death too whisper
its wild and dredge from any edge —
its freedom for a ledge?
Listen we interrupt.
Unfold unfold mutant and bold
with freedoms prejudice.
When blinks a honey bear
sweetness always a tear?
always a dare —
Burns like sunshine
into perfidity —
lets fall in love.
Marry your order. Meets at the border.
Oh — nothing
there is nothing,
there is nothing but everything —
inherited, for your
pending spending time with me.
Mysterious indelible questioning
yes, no. Sun and fish.
How inclements spike
the skies
and its violence breathes
a mysterious elegance
into its love, death —
and drive.
Good luck to your blog as I continue to follow regularly. Monah Hercules Leibman
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