"Fall" Verses from Venus

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Fall

Symphonic summer scenes all from a mid summers night dream.

After all the faeries fly racing moons across the sky.

Sitting, turning, loving well, Coma listens weary well.

Hearing all I chose to hear.

Imagining that you are near.

Midnight flights and tumbles down soft and quiet.

hark the sound.

Eve’s apple is bitter first, listening to my mother’s curse.

Light and light is all I see, burning bushes help me breathe.

Spirals of my DNA forest me reminding me of a brighter day.

When trapped in the light that can’t see

the true essence of m and e.

orchids sputter and leaves fall onto the snow yea hear my call.

Quitting just to work again.

Fired, fired and fired again.

Feeling the beat skip and pop small questions me not a lot.

Hear the ocean in the shell back to the coma and the well.

Trying to shear the same old me.

Eventual yearning to be free,

Escher drawing myth and time bleeding hearts make me fall behind.

Hot to touch and icy cold.

Trying to fit into the same old mold.

Freezers doors hold all the keys.

From the ice cubes I swallow to just to freeze.

Bring fourth from me a joyous toy pink for girl blue for boy.

The constant beating of the drum, base and jungle

fall in the puddle.

Begging yearning to be free.

But who would know I have the key.

Synestheisa all around, the wounds have sight the touch has sound.

The web is thick the strands are long;

you won’t get caught if you heed the song.

Butter or guns better a fly to “part the earth kiss the sky”.

Clear waxes on my warning moon the hibernating comes too soon.

Pity not the ones that chose to fly.

Watches biting my wrist it bleeds, over and over my own soul breeds.

Selective abstraction knows God why.

I’ve come too far I cannot die.

Epics have truth deep in the ground.

Of falling sight and vandalized sound.

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