when i looked with one eye,

i clashed without essence in eternity

triumph that exceeds the bitter seasons ever seen

our home faces the hollows of this thrilling part

//

mighty men of valour,

cause a wine within our bellies—

there’s a box roaming about the corners of triumph

gather feathers and bless us with a sigh of honey;

that blows across the tablets of our hearts

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we’ve seen enough of the wicked audiences

can we now make the mouth of a filthy one sattle?

recall the exact same beautiful seasons,

without stains of concoctions about them?

/V

let our wombs hold an appointment with a glorious month

an omen shall cause a shake in a sanctum

there shall be a flourish above the abnormal:

stains will be wiped—

with the potency of a little breathe

V

the box of triumph rest within these walls

but our houses are tilted,

to slip into the abyss of those old memories

but we deserve a new period as this;

to sing the heroes within and uplift a year

at the beginning there was a sound
in the deepest place of my heart

beholding first — a little thirst i expound
as i yearn wholly to be churned in parts

inner worms sing like choirs in holy psalms
heavy warm-breezes saturates my palms

my lungs made burden’d in calms
a process pertains one to be in halfs

while i wait for that change in despair
a stomach rumbles with a vivid stir

shattered side by side and below
flattered in yonder with a taste to go

scorned by time with a twist of joints
a little metamorphosis to trigger;
                                           — in my loins

atlas i’m made anew in a whole view

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i have this sudden relief.

it consumes my failures

& lifts my successes.

at an utmost level of the day-dreamer’s speech,

a cloud of wellness desist the mighty

influence of my favorite incapabilities

an excellent of trueness residing

& boiling heavily within me like a rapid

flow of the young river.

Calling forth a new lily around my waists
The lousy weather has bring me faithful tastes
Few miles into the space between a maternal instinct
My awkward sheath that’s made me dazen

//

Inner brain of the sanctuary is alive,
alive from the dirty rings of an ogive
On a way that takes up all the proteins of a potent bean seed to arrive
Those mermaids in the shallow stream likes this achieve

///

It has a crown stored & preserved in an alabaster
An opening which leads me to winter heaven
Where time is ceased from crawling into it’s haven
Crawling around my indecencies from my slumber

/V

a last verse i perceive entirely nothing to pen. zero in on an absolute reason to drop an art in a den. far gone in asunder at nowhere some call ‘at sea.’ where water lies in plenty folds, able to carry my foes; artful words matching onwards like an artillery in haste as it goes

From the dust of my feet to the innermost place of the sky

where the above coincides with the below to have a feast

From the place of my home where I ever shy

the courtship of closer abodes do gist,

leaving me for a complete sanity

//

Calling hundreds of beautiful feathers

— to carry me home

Riding at a pace I’m scatter’d abroad

where I wish my sins are forever atone(d)

We have a dew that bring’th manna

From the view in a sanctum of the heavens

///

Flowers that bloom

— great essence of faith across the acronyms of our songs

rains that pres’rves as a salty shield,

that consume my lames

Claiming potent air that sattles the ills of our minds

oh gone is that shameless doom of old

/V

The Salem view from heaven

is a comforting view I refuse to let go of