Saturday, 5 May 2007

Mystical Mountain where the Goddess rules

The ivory towers felt
in a fire and brimstone sermon
in soft silence

The antlered angel
pointing out the dualistic assumptions
the wind whispering in the black Sun

We are the living water
when we sing, caress with care,
playful, thankful
the wonder of it all

The wine fantastic when you smile
about so many words.

Most of the time this kind of lovers
are locked behind the disgusting intoxication
of the madhouse.


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