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there is instinct in this penance
and attempts to kiss the Seven Sins
in the silence of my night
with the insult of the half-moons light
this so called presence
to be without voice
whisper in soft syntax
ask me the next question
while these slow stanzas embrace struggle
I pour some unspoken inscription
wash my mouth with broken harmonics
that bottle of risky whiskey fell on deaf ears
words translated from twisted performers
cunning curses in the stimulus of their performance masks
glances edge past the of point forgiveness
to glamorize the influence of my nightly tasks
wild imprisoned larynx's rage and seethe gagged by dollar worship
lipstick prayers sounds of fast talk in their mother tongue
climb up the ladder step off the final rung to sanctuary
dark cosmos energy, so void of musing

longing pleasure, Pan flicks his tongue
incrementally there is a taste of wicked astronomy
draw her down from the sky
never explaining his poetic philosophy
in the poetry of Sappho hear an ancient sigh
while swollen Capricorn sits back taking notes
levitation rises out of shadows and is slow with antidotes
walking out of that long night
I break the silence with the morning sunlight