Time tested
lunges yet falling to nothing
For lack of
change in annuities
’Tis a
drastic flow of the midnight river
And the dawn
of wonder
Its silent
tributary
The wolf had
imbibed of its waters long ago
Tainted with
the sweet shavings of apples
As the
inhaled mists of perfection lifted
A full
breast
And the Black
Madonna stood at the bath
Vierge de Noir
va lázni
She came from the shadows of dreams
In the wondrous dawn lethargy
And she warned not to let them take me
’Las was I falling into their arms
Yet if the fall is calculated
Can it be truly thus?
And if I am merely aware?
As for cognizance had become
An empty shell of nothing
And there was a need to gallop the risk
Of compliance with the same
Strolling the labyrinth of vested knowledge
My soul was torn and mended overly
As I waited on the gun
Beg release my fears the rising light
I dreamt on what night did loom
Above my callous chivalry
A pure and weighted saturation
In the gentle warmth of our settlement
She spun me
For webs of solitude
Incumbent on the waters of late stars
Gleaming of their beauty
Shroud the early collecting dew of darkened airs
A woven tapestry of raindrops held together
The pure silk strands of a work wrapped through thy soul
Entangled in the malleable walls of some meaningless maze
And moved by the gestures of thy parlance for creation
Le jus de
pomme a baigné le Madonna Noir
And became a
pagan goddess once again
Moving as
thy seasons
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