anonymously I tremble at my animistic tendancies (crit it if you finish it)

by Melek-taus

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-03-29 00:15:00

the scarred elbow of an ego, a mystery sewed into the lining of the profane’s woolen vest of mediocrity
-taking one last look at the blue lips of a dead utterance I shudder violently sensing the magnetic tips of gravity’s subterfuge-


She is an incouragable, stubborn beast, this empty morose chattering. I crane my neck to hear only the impotent, illusory exhalations from a phantom
I can witness the flashing eyes, the swimming gait. She is structured with small porcelin eyes which witness the expanse of the void. The excremental deluge of paradoxical perfections overtakes my senses. I feel the terror and the writhing ecstacies as i wander vagrantly through the petulance of waking hours.
Adorned in various silks she saunters over to the hearth to be nearer the still-ebbing flames, having to take in her own horrific beauty which she masquerades licentiously in cold defiance of th fire’s hot spills. like a Mayan warrior dancing through shattered skulls. Her whip-chains are teethed with diamond shards yet when they strike the wounds billow and recede on my patchy skin like wet duck feathers being fluffed and shook after a shallow swim.
She doesn’t manifest any distinct aura only a muted sensation of various vitalities. Her hands touch heads softly with a scythe’ssmooth stroke. A sonorous chamber of mysterious behavior shelters her rigid movements. She will not be empirically or calcuably observed for unorthodox conveyances of her will. A rush of visceral truths fills me with her storied skies and milky alcoves. droves of handmaidens dip their lips into ponds without fish as screw-eyed divinities mash out a swan’s bill to better sift the silt.
Encapsulated in pages of dampened rages borne in on vaulted stages to presage the th unfettering of these leperous dreams.

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