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Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Hatred's bitter acerbity mouths at throat flesh, begging, wanting. Silence bids due entry. Heat does not blind, it empties, extinguished. Flutter of teeth upon the rib cage, hemorrhaged rebirth, not made but melded. Imperfect being to be built anew.
Beams of dawn do trace the lips, celestial poison dripping, pouring, candle wax from guttered hope.
To once have wings. Now torn, lost in a kaleidescope of ecstasy, scattered with that enamoured plunge. Carving obituary in freedoms sigil.
Oh, never god, never wished to be, but desires to be the one at kneeling, kissing at blessed heel. Teeth torn from jaw, to gum fruitlessly at marble carved heaven. A hand, ripping, stroking, no matters indistinguishable. Holding drooling mindlessness, adore, adore. A prayer, carved scripture, engraved on lapping tongue. Babbling to cavernous prophet of meaning. What meaning? Hope tongues at weakness, asking, impatient. Wordless permission to enter, to engulf. To become. Hands lazily caress spine, skin, soul, fruitless.
Hopeless, and yet hope full. Ichor runs damp, abundance like water, soaking heaven on holed cotton. Eyes closed and yet he watches, open arms, will not run to. For to love one is to believe past a thousand. The water is not holy, for holy remains tainted, holy soaking holey sheets and bathing gold on smoke stain. To see heaven and feel bleak, bathed in midas' desire. To lie suspended in purgatory, trading vision of Elysium with Tartarus, parted like sea painted red. Aimless.