In heaven I awoke beside Anesidora; awareness so much simpler than I had known it.
Madness highways; I am mankind: the heaven; the shun of pleasure in arrival
Upon releasing flowers, God tightened the lid; mercy lighting the jar; endowing the heart of woman. I contain not that which kills, pointed not to draw; my heart offering awareness, the dawn deeply mixing revelation into a rainbow and painting the beauty.
Madness has overcome this cloudy world
I am sensitive and releasing myself in the sea as beautiful evil drops from the breast of Pandora
The soft musician’s literacy deprived of thirst and tangled within the earth; her seductive strength and unrivaled beauty consummated in the field between flowers spun in golden threads; overtaken youth beseeching the song. Tranquility reflected from heated eyes; refracting a gift given to Adam so very long ago. Adorned in kisses; wading in the ruins and tears, I am the woman who dies with the trees in fall. Pursuing welcoming lips, parting the petals within the colorful sighs of curiosity destroyed in my soft voice.
Inscribing violence on the urn, I emerge from her liquor and descend within the century; meeting the gardens of hysteria outright, declaring punishment
May 19, 2010 7:41 AM