Craig H. Stewart
Awakened.
Eloquant rapture charged through synapse trees
Purest sunlight strikes and peals,
Amonst the echoes now I feel
Awakened.
Bizzare, blunted recollection
Jaded face against the cold
Faded race of mice and mould
Upon the cuspate edge we danced
Drunk upon concocted felicity.
As sure as fetid fruit must fall unto the ground
Cracked wide and vibrant, with charcoal plumed ravens
Picking swollen worms with ardent yellow beak,
As sure as fetid fruit must fall
So shall we all.
I have felt amoungst the steady breaths
And many murmers spake upon the earth
Spinning wheels of glistening stars
From outer space to inner halls
Black velvet sky to red velvet heart.
Eloquant rapture charged through synapse trees
Purest sunlight strikes and peals,
Amonst the echoes now I feel
Awakened.
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