Monday, 2 January 2017

All By Myself

Dark rain cloud coryllium, deep scarlet rouge
In which rainbow colors did senses seek refuge
Wine's sweet numbness nor magical mushrooms 
Swung me high on mystical west-wind spumes 
I tore apart my stoles made of a million holes, 
Burnt crumpled sheets, unmade beds, hell's hot coals
I wore wild breeze on my rapturous skin
And fashioned feathers from the sky within
Now, will someone teach me how to fly?

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