Ty M.
Without the venal discourse..the plague of a twisted mouth pulls from the womb of charitable secrets.
Beseiged by the disciminating benidiction of her unquieted touch...the silk underlying science of the emerald couch..and the canopy of a cruel star. I am convoluted and left to thin upon the altar of the Lion's mane. To see and not feel the the second eye fill with the liquor of vision..leaves no vessal to cry in rage or sing with tears of joy. It is paper thin, and the bones of the cold trees wonder how long in knowing does the invetible madness resolve to invoke those meaner comforts seldom grafted before the shores of men. I pray in humility, and verily crack the muddy shell of this host. The martyred pupae climbs inside the urchin of my splintered spine and worlds begin to clot upon the gauze of this haunted shore..........
Without the venal discourse..the plague of a twisted mouth pulls from the womb of charitable secrets.
Beseiged by the disciminating benidiction of her unquieted touch...the silk underlying science of the emerald couch..and the canopy of a cruel star. I am convoluted and left to thin upon the altar of the Lion's mane. To see and not feel the the second eye fill with the liquor of vision..leaves no vessal to cry in rage or sing with tears of joy. It is paper thin, and the bones of the cold trees wonder how long in knowing does the invetible madness resolve to invoke those meaner comforts seldom grafted before the shores of men. I pray in humility, and verily crack the muddy shell of this host. The martyred pupae climbs inside the urchin of my splintered spine and worlds begin to clot upon the gauze of this haunted shore..........