Blossom Sol
Rings of roses
Let us co-operate
in wishful glances
that prance like angelic
once to have been images
profillic to the imagination
this incantation
tinned like roaches stuck
to unfathomed ground
your heaven is lost
and your hell is to be found
and the state you resonate
is the one I love most
but don't boast old friend
for since time began
it never began at all
and do you remember
when we were not short
but tall?
do you remember when the trees had names?
the old classics were the future
and the gods had no fame?
the shame, the shame,
are we now lost?
like ghosts in haunted memories
our legends are tossed
but we flew to remember
our mission to love
to all of our familiy
to please those above
Amore amore amore le gadour cheque
si lement que esta la morte e opique
my tongues to the triangle
unreachable to the keyboard
unreachable to you
my night my day
my love my hate
my everything that these
so called philosophers
love to contemplate.
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