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befallen heavily on a dreary window
befallen heavily on a dreary window
doused, but not
teary eyed, for someone
as haughtily remembered
her commanding spirit
stoking the carbon's fire
to let her own sulfur
in the nightsky—fall
just when the twinkly
sky holes under
the blackness of
his inimical blacklight
how many renaissance
should there
be in the starlight—
the beauty therein
laid down starless
in her dark gown
—darkly galore!
should their passionate
voice(s) be emptied
like a shell
a gunslinging
bad actor in a
criminal film or gore
in all its horror—
it's never a fight to
the finish,
still remaining in
their leashes
love undefined
for contrasting viewpoints
like untoppled realism
how the angels speak
in religious experiences
studied in mysticism
say hello to the Great Flood
and the world of the
metaphysical,
we can't all be fishes—
stoners name-calling stoners
