finding one

i went off a bit on this one.

"realms where the air we breathe is love
(s)he gave man speech
and speech created thought, which
is the measure of our universe".

"when you lie, you surrender your reality to
the person you are lying to".

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i lucifer

thus quoth the raven

leave this place
rise up raw
hell is sick
world of sensation
& tired of you
& your idle idol worship
of negative equity

you are infinite on the inside
said hare & shell
glory sickens all but he
i be not you deity
as is forbidden
by all infinity's threes
& wagered by all its sevens

winds ride the tide of breath
to while away waitings fill
& change determined fate
with the smile of my birthright

chaos' platitudes to time
enrich the eye
to the lords fearful symmetry

feathered serpent, & dragons backbone
speak to move'd bishop knight
& flap-eared knave

naked zeus
adamantine chained titan(s)
& the wept child
rain man & southern fist
black sea & flood
the comets breath
& the sea lizards claim
to youths fountain
bit you welcome
to science
posterity
& the poets favour

god happens every when
all at once
again & again
have you yet to notice
you are on the outside looking in
& not going without

our wage of tears do line his ears
& lay count in the eternal

thus rest
midsummer dream
divine eyes do manage
your carrying tread
two does not exist
lest she be by
or think she be by

i am
therefore
i think
& shower you with kisses
& escape on wings of wind
& fauned hooves of fate
& charms of tartarus

appitite has its measure
& teeth are plucked grilled & pulped
on the flamed phoenix nest
spice curtains blast the will
& the intellect dwells

earths candle
i am all the problem she needs
i am her thrift
& she my candour
flying angels defyance of the floor
would perish in her absence
& lady lucks secrets are layed bare
but not the ladys luck
lest thinking contrary
return your surrendered reality

the dance has you
and you are cut slack
from fated pandoras eyes
plush lips
broken bread
blood wine
& the town cry.

gaias secretaries
eight extremities
i do war for my surrender
and plead the fifth
banded gold and manicles
to temper all knowing future
and leave me a king
a mandarin
of free speech
and prisoner of none

nothing is
well cared for
and my familiar
in birthing pain
& the finest cut
& of the one sock
lost in the wash

cherished smile
cheerful waist
my nose
can leave me not far
& with enough stupor to be perfect
to your siren touch
and my two foot universe.

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