shamanic word nomad
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signs carved like blood into mind drawing sixshooter smoke in the high desert bootcrunch air hanging dizzy in a haze arid twilight sun nephilm walking hunched marauding gunsling toting in falling light hot steel tumbling to scrubbrush floor sage scented & piss of a thousand wars or more forever seemed like nothing but proved too much and masks , they tumble shattered next to metal brain waste the feathered lance of the hill sentinel to the death of ages
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gently
i rain
over your
fallow
fields
so
parched
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stitched lip painted eye
ghostwalking mistress
lady day of dead
kissing you with the
twirl of her skirt
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whispered secrets
as hands drift
ribs to hips
before fading
behind the veil
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fingertrace
feathertouch
softlinger
nipplestiffen
gaspbreath
you
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on the rock-strewn strand
crows dance away from waves
laughing
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eyes to stars
crazy circles
lacuna spinning
round and round
winter still on
the wind
And the streets were awash with the blood of the innocents, sacrificed to slaughter
The crowds all drunk on power and madness as the noise grew ever louder
And I could hear the knives being sharpened and I wished that it was over
Bring me the snowfall, bring me the cold wind, bring me the winter
Yay! It finally came! I guess I have some reading to do this weekend…
This totally makes up for the delayed receipt of the phone I was expecting this afternoon. I was getting mighty salty about that, but now I at least have something new to look through this evening.
The laws of gravity are very, very strict And you're just bending them for your own benefit One minute she says She's gone to get the cat in The next thing I know She's mumbling in Latin She cut the stars out of the sky And baked them in a pie Yes, that's how I know That she's got a new spell
