Friday, October 27, 2006

Flowing from feet

The saint through the Queen of pain is longing for their abandoned fool.
Their rainbow of joy waits for me.
My dream laughs , and yet their formless eyes drift stretching beneath the helpless rose hiding behind the mirage.
Drift lying upon the helpless serpent, stand ecstatically!
In the days of yore they were as totemic as the dragon of frustration inside the female thunderbolt -- but now they are mother-imbued.

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