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The sweet asylum, the incense of delirium

 a fragrant Victorian vision of youthful light

The anatomy of her velvet brain

 She is the aura of blue beneath the full moons pale face

We are the renaissance

We are the white puzzle

We are the golden age, in words we cannot reveal

In rhymes we shiver, in naked suffering and blind revelations we smile

In the eclipse of afternoons and tomorrows

Wired on black static orbs with the sacred hypnotist, yearning for a taste of the metaphysical

Inhale, exhale

 Breathe of lucid prose and mind like free verse virgins

Dry dreaming of drugged ferns and snow covered mountains

Breakfast and conformity

Sea of blood dripping in electrified guilt

Where to run?

Where to bathe?

Where to reject?

Where to practice alchemy in the odyssey of thought?

In heavenly vibes we trust.

In the wake of mornings like scorpions we rise to poison and ripple time

You Antique! Have mercy on our souls

You Ecstasy! Have mercy on our bodies

You Dimension! Have mercy on our minds

You Desire! O! Fleshy rose with the buzzard jewelry and chimes

You Satin embers! Burn hazel mist in my lungs

The harvest of honey and crowns on peasants

Your virgin garments and chapel of plumbs

Your white feathered heroes and witch doctor riots

Your glass cradles of radiant beams

Pins striking my nerves, yet gentle like the light of a candlewick

She is the exuberant ivy on Venus and the icy Siren of blue orchards

The holy song of plutonian poets

The prophecy of gloom and sketch of illumination

The violins moan and the tracery of craft

The stream of silence and wind of winter

The vertigo in mind and constellation in spine

The aspirations of Apollinaire and the rain of his dead eyes

The conception of my thought carnivals

You are the symphony of soul and flower that sleeps

The temple of lucidity and sanctuary of misconception

Our endless angelic image born in psalms