WINE AND GATES
Thoroughly Drempt, Touring The Demonic
this and that
in love with those
complexity and sexy what
is to be a religion of wills, to pose
powers made, powers said
the cant in the means, of a knowing family
the walls of dreams in our path, the collected lead
of a calm to pace, for any, all and anarchy
sweeter faces...
with a smile for the tone of a voice
that showed the stars to places
that have the time, to keep a lover's choice
moment to moment
the waiting for a service to an ideal life
is a regular source, of poor senses, to know a legend
of lament, relent, and the world of hide
what has happened?
what has captured the more, with a must of sorts
the taller the sunshine, the greater the pride
penny in the still of decision for a form, in the place of worths
shame did
the waters of common now, and the knew of salt
in the chastity of succor, the thing of alien lips
powers of misery to collect, the very hour of fault
earned
the cure of vision in the rest of deeds
the rather of roles and the dare of others, spurned
for the wind in the meal of audacity to seek the seeds...
show the deepness of an eye in the suck of identity that is baring at the table?
know the dirt involved with absolute solved, in the stir of anger that is eligible?
blow the mind of sour regard in the sitting of weal's, to garner the myth able?
do the sorrow of distances in the most's of jaundiced forces of the whole?
young and derisive, even the smell of suicide is for the dread arms
of strange spirits and the aching similarity to a wheel of risk
in the space of sheer delight and the joy of simplicity for a here that warns
instant grace, of the sincerity of wisdom to know a chance of seasons to ask...
in love with those
complexity and sexy what
is to be a religion of wills, to pose
powers made, powers said
the cant in the means, of a knowing family
the walls of dreams in our path, the collected lead
of a calm to pace, for any, all and anarchy
sweeter faces...
with a smile for the tone of a voice
that showed the stars to places
that have the time, to keep a lover's choice
moment to moment
the waiting for a service to an ideal life
is a regular source, of poor senses, to know a legend
of lament, relent, and the world of hide
what has happened?
what has captured the more, with a must of sorts
the taller the sunshine, the greater the pride
penny in the still of decision for a form, in the place of worths
shame did
the waters of common now, and the knew of salt
in the chastity of succor, the thing of alien lips
powers of misery to collect, the very hour of fault
earned
the cure of vision in the rest of deeds
the rather of roles and the dare of others, spurned
for the wind in the meal of audacity to seek the seeds...
show the deepness of an eye in the suck of identity that is baring at the table?
know the dirt involved with absolute solved, in the stir of anger that is eligible?
blow the mind of sour regard in the sitting of weal's, to garner the myth able?
do the sorrow of distances in the most's of jaundiced forces of the whole?
young and derisive, even the smell of suicide is for the dread arms
of strange spirits and the aching similarity to a wheel of risk
in the space of sheer delight and the joy of simplicity for a here that warns
instant grace, of the sincerity of wisdom to know a chance of seasons to ask...
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Thoroughly Drempt, Touring The Demonic
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