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Post by Dunstan Attard on Sept 8, 2007 5:43:48 GMT -5
I am the pompous misgivings of outrageous passions Politely reflecting ancestral hoards Shimmering on the skin of stranded pebbles
I am the sharp phosphorescence of concealed restraint Retreating into future raptures Of incense burning distilled worship Among unwritten scrawls That breathe life into upright boulders of nimble doctrine Where priest recites simple creation To wholesome sacrifice of quiet blood
I am roots of procrastination Repenting unfinished sins In murmur of pornographic enthusiasm Quizzing frantic respite of nourished honey Rhyming with the setting of the cruising sun
I am the sallow builder of this temple The lavish larva, The enduring precipice of ethereal rustic desires
I who am not able to repudiate bizarre yearnings Who can only make them pause for a while
As my mind keeps reacting to ages And ages keep returning me to rapid, unclean gods
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