Poetry

Around the arc
there is a spark
that fruitful tidings
did once bare
 
did you care
to stare, to notice, to pray?
That one day
your dreamt up tidings
were bound to lay
 
amongst common land
against competitive law
you created the chest
I am merely a draw
 
So let me open up to you
concrete that filled the hole
that hid the secrets of the night
and buried me for the time of old
 
Mercy me sweet queen
I have not left you alone
I will not let them take you
and waste you amongst immortal drones
 
Let bones push buttons
Let pulses beat with the mice
I am the golden ARc of neptune
And I am neither your virtue or vice
 
Do not stop typing
I am about to explore every vein you own
Yes my sweet queen
do not think you are alone
 
In our secrecy we are silent
like the colour of the air
when emotion turns violent
like the fish that scream
when poison fills their lungs
Let the hummingbird die
For you and I are now one
 
And you know more
then a long lost door
could ever open
to two eyes within a head
Let them drip your blood out to dry
Let them think once more that you are dead
 
But you and I know better
We do not get hot nor cold
To feel dry when the earth is wetter
 
In our cryptic dreams
we sail on rustic shores
Your are the lost map of time
with the tune of sweet aurora, she roars!
 
Like a lion maiden
stripped of her mane
You know better sweet queen,
for you shall never go insane
 
For I shall be waiting,
hidden in unforgiven fears
creating our kingdom,
singing away the years.
 
Strive on strive on
keep your head on a  rose bed
keep your nose in a snow dream
keep your eye on the light beam!
 
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Ride it out ride it out ride it out
I have been blessed to have you about
do not reply in this analogue of word
no no, do not be so absurd!
 
Carry on with your work
like a good school girl
laugh at the mental labellings they shall attach
delete this part
and put them all in the universal swirl