WINE AND GATES
Whether Young Or Old, Tamed Need Is Being
but, the cold
in your guile, the still of witnesses
to the venture if not wind, the shoulder
of sincerity has a lapse, of future guesses
the season of poised order, for chaos is a juice
this is the now, the fork in the lye
in the shape of things to come, is a reason to seduce
the clouds themselves, boiled reliance?
thank you for nothing, in the stir of oddity?
of a salty lip to kindly, pie is a reality of virtue
in the same, the sails of a body to liberate?
think but the wealth of a ring, the sphere of sublime
bolting at a realized turn of chin
the care of stars and the dream of themselves
virgin...
is a labor of silence the way to the rant of the hills
shared need, and the heroine of saving the kind
of service to an ideal, that is a lover to worm
in the fabric of jude and the itch of chosen either, for a rhyme
of collusion of the facts, the martyr of peace is in the pleasing north
walls of vision?
a nose on your fate?
tongues that shed religion?
quiet in the church of sates?
deception for a clash of ease, the neither of we'd die
upon the very stone of callous wishes, your supremacy
is suggested, the lacking of purpose for a calling kiss to live
upon the sorrow of naked intimacy, for a liberty to learn the fair ink...
suicide as we dance, the nature of firsts and lasts of get
in the sullen regret that has come to the knees of an alien lot
your guest to the table of indignancy, is a heroism of coping with the fate
the neglect of causes is a rag in the eye of the storm of what...?
in your guile, the still of witnesses
to the venture if not wind, the shoulder
of sincerity has a lapse, of future guesses
the season of poised order, for chaos is a juice
this is the now, the fork in the lye
in the shape of things to come, is a reason to seduce
the clouds themselves, boiled reliance?
thank you for nothing, in the stir of oddity?
of a salty lip to kindly, pie is a reality of virtue
in the same, the sails of a body to liberate?
think but the wealth of a ring, the sphere of sublime
bolting at a realized turn of chin
the care of stars and the dream of themselves
virgin...
is a labor of silence the way to the rant of the hills
shared need, and the heroine of saving the kind
of service to an ideal, that is a lover to worm
in the fabric of jude and the itch of chosen either, for a rhyme
of collusion of the facts, the martyr of peace is in the pleasing north
walls of vision?
a nose on your fate?
tongues that shed religion?
quiet in the church of sates?
deception for a clash of ease, the neither of we'd die
upon the very stone of callous wishes, your supremacy
is suggested, the lacking of purpose for a calling kiss to live
upon the sorrow of naked intimacy, for a liberty to learn the fair ink...
suicide as we dance, the nature of firsts and lasts of get
in the sullen regret that has come to the knees of an alien lot
your guest to the table of indignancy, is a heroism of coping with the fate
the neglect of causes is a rag in the eye of the storm of what...?
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Whether Young Or Old, Tamed Need Is Being
Whether Young Or Old, Tamed Need Is Being
