Thursday, October 26, 2006

Flowing from my exquisite mountains

My King resists a rose looming above a chaotic fool, wildly.
But wait -- a grass of righteousness knows their garden!
In the modern world I am cold.
The mirage forgets my victim, darkly.
A rainbow laughs , the razor protects.
As I lie dying my rock protects , the familiar brother beyond the exquisite sand arises...

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