is sleep delicate, from frustration
an invention of lilies to unforgettable
from all things, no horror, in time flows
this alter in a thousand passionate woes
fingers mix passing and emotions
raining from the torn illiterate verb of no
vanishing into the eyes of sleep
sail into the vision of flight
nesting into white pupil eyes
a pool of exotic flowers sailing
stars stream from a tilt
walls echoing fire dancing walls
into a soar of despair and sweat
bubbles of evolving eternal - devotion is met
one crystal where our eyes flash
wings straight away - like feverish yellow canaries
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