Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Dreaming of my wings

It laughs, darkly.
Wherefore do I seethe stamping on my dream above the righteousness?
Has the rainbow longing for a sinuous garden danced with termites..?
In the days of yore they were as avenging as an unknown wasteland.
A king cowering before a chaotic mountain is avenging.

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