Death, Rebirth, and dream journeys in-between.
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Liana, weep your beads of rouge,
fill these empty rows
with precious sorrow -
Veins weep for regal vesture
of yestereve... -
Where is it now, the glory and the dream,
fostered alike by beauty and by fear,
And fields invested with purpureal gleam -
My mask has slipped, in slack-jaw mess;
Damn the heavens that won't forgive~ -
The Dead know Wednesday's hymn
and diamond lights that glide
in celebration of moons -
Convulsions of wet and air stream
seduce dark distance into marionette
