Chariots of energy!
The glimmer of starry lies
into drums, ears, and hear
I spoke too soon.
FORWARDS WITH FEELERS
Being drawn to the intangible. Written by Søren St. Paul
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
SILENCE, TOO
Silence, too, is the ghost.
Beyond feral dream,
shadowed, lost yet fire.
We part, in listless cattle.
For up, and over, our loins
a peak, nor summit,
with ice land echo.
Harvest. Harvest. Harvest.
Beyond feral dream,
shadowed, lost yet fire.
We part, in listless cattle.
For up, and over, our loins
a peak, nor summit,
with ice land echo.
Harvest. Harvest. Harvest.
LANDING
I slipped into watery gates
lightless, soundless, gone with bird.
Here the crystal sphere was radiant,
beyond the wells of tears I had drank
possibly, I made love with fish
the night we dined on the moon.
lightless, soundless, gone with bird.
Here the crystal sphere was radiant,
beyond the wells of tears I had drank
possibly, I made love with fish
the night we dined on the moon.
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