Wind-birthed waves
tug at my sacared heart
frozen between spring and neap
aegipan capricorn
my hand dark with blood
as I strive to free my soul
from the prison of spirit
to beecomb flesh in motion
about my true will's star
the She I mages
abait the hunger
for time-honored wombs
achronid wounds
to bite on reality
leeching into the world
by long foetid waves ensuing
"IN THIS GARDEN OF MINE"
We are the plenipotentially
vanguard of the past ,
the indivisible praxis
for the horney angel's driven love
to cease for ever in service of feathered Truth
Rest my shade in eyes of green
flaming hair a pillow
for my care-worn head
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CONTINUUM TRANSLATOR
I am transmutant transmortal
inglorious being
to transgress form
with awful wonderment
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I am the white mouse
weak and insignificant
for you cannot see me
where I sleep
and Sympathise my views on you
All you see
are angels ruined to faerie
but for the rest we are ?hulay
shapechangeing panacea souls
to be set free for Evermore
if the Balance is to be True again
