THEY WONDER FROM WHENCE DOES THIS WIND BLOW THAT CARRIES THESE WINDS WHICH PRECEDES THIS STORM THAT IS I. FOR I LIVE IN THE SMALLEST PARTICLES OF DUST THAT DRIFT IN THE LIGHT OF THE SUN THAT SHINES THROUGH A WINDOW THAT LOOKS OUT ONTO THIS MENAGE OF LIVES. MY FYAH IS HOTTA THAN THE HEAT OF A SUPERNOVA IN INTERSTELLAR MEDIUM. A SHOCKWAVE THAT DECIMATES. REMNANTS OF MY INNERVISION.
YET I LIVE IN THE WORDS THAT DRIP ONTO THE PAPER FROM YOUR PEN AND USE THEM TO PROPEL MYSELF INTO HYPERSPACE WHERE MY ANCESTORS TRAVELED FOURTH DIMENSIONALLY. OUR ASCENSION AND THE SUBSESEQUENT LOSS OF WHO WE WERE... THE ESSENTIAL. ONLY IN THE ARMS OF A QUEEN SHALL I BE FOUND AS I JOURNEY TO THE WALLS OF HEAVEN.
NEVER SHALL I LET THESE WORDS...THY WORDS DIE AS I LIVE INTO INFINITY, NEVER TO END... IN THE SEED THAT FLOWS IN THESE LOINS THAT BRINGS NEW LIFE TO SCORCHED WORLDS AS GRASS GROWS AND CHILDREN PLAY IN THE SUN... ANIMALS THAT GRAZE IN THE DISTANCE. WATER THAT FLOWS IN STREAMS THAT TURN INTO RIVERS THAT FEED THE SEAS...FOR FROM YOUR WOMB DOES LIFE ORIGINATE. AN EMPRESS OF SATIN SKIN AND HONEY AS YOU MELT ONTO MY MIND...SATURATING AND NOURISHINGLY SWEET...HEARTS THAT BEAT IN SYCHRONIZED PATTERNS.
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