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I journeyed with my mother to the mountain
overlooking the sunken city,
to search for a sorrel steed

While in the city, trying to capture a sprite on light-paper,
I get a call from home;
the body of my kin had been discovered
and a ring found.

The black cat is pursued
by those claiming God's work...
but I am its saviour,
at the windmill.

I must acquire the ring...

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©14 October 2011 - 5:37pm — animus
12 November 2011 - 4:41pm — MargoT
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i shall have the ring;)))

i really like it, very imaginatifffffffff or magiccccccc.

Visual poet/ Libertine lost in a labyrinth of complexities, methaphors, searching for the essence/ Ink of life/ death to spell my syphilistic words on the page/ screen.       

13 November 2011 - 12:29am — animus
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Thanks, I haven't been on

Thanks, I haven't been on this site in forever. And these poems in the Dreams folder are actual dreams that were so weird I just had to write them down ahha. I do believe dreams tell us things. I'm just trying to figure out what, exactly.