<br>All splintering about the rain<br>You create bright claws above the dream<br>Ahhh! The end shall flee<br>So odorous among the gods<br>We poke entrancing ghosts over the light<br>Be wary! The bastard is fleeing<br>Strange and misty behind the clouds<br>I envision lustful cats in the virgin<br>Be luminous. The Queen shall flee<br>opaque hungry<br>where the light comes from<br>a phone ringing somewhere<br>Where in the end<br>the guest<br>leave his home<br>where he knew no-one
Comments (2)