WINE AND GATES
Sandy Fates With Some How In Its Prayer's ...?
doles in the rainbow
like am, the nary done hell
of a rancid gift for the know
of a winking stir of sweet bells
who?
the tarter of a simple chaste, lips and the hiring wind
in the miles until we share our waiting soon's
with a dim courage for the sincerity of a chin
more cleverness for a sated this to liberate in a conscience?
the tale of somberness is with us one more step, towards infinity
the ark of suppose and the moment of syliloquy as a chance?
meeting with a stranger in the dark of hours, this is the name of a city...
come to these choices, the now in a hair of a change
power to find, in the ires of cold eyes, then to livid hap
in a way with a more over tongue of selection and image
this proponancy of sin, is a wall to us like none other, wrap
a golden eye for a moon in your lap, or is that a word
of justice beyond choice, to live in the limelight
terror is a bird here, to remember the soul, of one heard
in time, we know the glass stare you gave, to a roaming breast in the night
assumption and suggestion of misery to know, the liberty of a glow
come and gone like a stone, with a fruiting fame, for sorrow to grow
this deity of journeys and the smell of burnt stone, is a lover of some world
like a fish, the mercy you made for a nude tone of voice, is reality to owe?
done?
numbers that give an algebraic nuance to name of a city in naivete
the corpulence of a triumph of gifts to the service of an ideal, gone?
your kneel to its leaden smile is an animal with a parasite to suggest hatred...?
like am, the nary done hell
of a rancid gift for the know
of a winking stir of sweet bells
who?
the tarter of a simple chaste, lips and the hiring wind
in the miles until we share our waiting soon's
with a dim courage for the sincerity of a chin
more cleverness for a sated this to liberate in a conscience?
the tale of somberness is with us one more step, towards infinity
the ark of suppose and the moment of syliloquy as a chance?
meeting with a stranger in the dark of hours, this is the name of a city...
come to these choices, the now in a hair of a change
power to find, in the ires of cold eyes, then to livid hap
in a way with a more over tongue of selection and image
this proponancy of sin, is a wall to us like none other, wrap
a golden eye for a moon in your lap, or is that a word
of justice beyond choice, to live in the limelight
terror is a bird here, to remember the soul, of one heard
in time, we know the glass stare you gave, to a roaming breast in the night
assumption and suggestion of misery to know, the liberty of a glow
come and gone like a stone, with a fruiting fame, for sorrow to grow
this deity of journeys and the smell of burnt stone, is a lover of some world
like a fish, the mercy you made for a nude tone of voice, is reality to owe?
done?
numbers that give an algebraic nuance to name of a city in naivete
the corpulence of a triumph of gifts to the service of an ideal, gone?
your kneel to its leaden smile is an animal with a parasite to suggest hatred...?
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Sandy Fates With Some How In Its Prayer`s ...?
Sandy Fates With Some How In Its Prayer`s ...?
