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Inspiration dv8 (3. Aleatory madness of the Lamia)

Enriching the thought behind the ageless syzygy
by rooting in soul the dust of our movements
be it told as it is, as opposed to the assumed
but even this quest is mythology in stamped approval
and the vines wither where tones of fiend are tooled
when the Deipnosophist is whispered to be the fool
alas… we are all as such, in our deepened core of the dearest:
resourced as a measure where often justice undoes the told

biologically-banausic possession by the frame that harbours delight
the adolescent blindness that compels, shapes severely throughout,
where a single nuisance becomes the single violation of inner dignity;
most unfortunately unseen by the voodoo holder's puppet master;
subjective swamps of impious allocations in verified uncertainty
yet the act endures in its righteous authenticity of touched beauty:

reframing from the idiosyncratic complaints and critiques, I indulge:
when that heated breath escapes intruding and invoking my ear
that impulse releases a possessive wave that authenticates the physical
her hand greedily gripping my harping thrust of that ancient compulsion

where does it begin? The simple moment, that calculation from afar
where rooted appropriation reaches its instant complexity by endearment
that captivation that stills the opiate duress to look spellbindingly again
a voracious-mollifying elucidation of the envisaged; the femme fatale
so rarely the beguiled, the fanciful intrigues stupendous fatuity of hope
the augury: that despot dilating coitus austerity, adopts rational faculty

Effectuation of triumph? The smirking ascendancy of designed nature:
when taking a gander at the affluent means that harbours beneath
besieging that inner divulgence, reconnoitring an en masse delight,
the gentle rummage, seizing soft carnality that raptures initial furore
that lush quietude seizure of the day in soft nonbelligerent perforation
tis its done, and that cycle begins anew,or repeated by preference

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