About

The play of plays hath just began

Intervention

Well hath it's jeweled astral sentence

The pockets of fools gold

In the heart of my murmur

I silvered heckle thee

Only eternally

Like essence could ever never be

Which ever could you possibly see?

My perfect, flaming, infinity?

The desert churns in dis-chaotic waves of ruin to thee

the music in the soul of your lucid dreams

seems honestest

Fair enough for me

Unwrithed in the sanctuary of undream

I am lonelyest as it may seem

My twin sister

Sleeps in unriddles

Sleeps in morbid truths

Sleeps in friction

Cataclyzms of thine thought

Bury me

Like twin-requiems of the fainter black palm

Cannot I?

The requiem in the sinister undread of becoming

Cannot I be?

Without thee?

Spin the pools or the needles in the thread

Without thee, the sanctuary shalt glint of promises neither there

Saraqael did murmur

Like winds that did sweetliest clamor

In the ears of our hearts

Did it ever birth honesty

Your holy in the twin-vigil of our unburdens

I could lift thee

Ever neverly

In the hour of our unpain

I cherish you

Like ever never could do

In the years and hours of what I will promise you

I am the cherry of loves cold firey evangelion

You swing in the mists of time

I clamor in the ides of space

It surmises thee

Clandestine entity

Of it's forwell, Forsaken entropy

Could clues or hints or mysterys doubt

That which I hath am without

Kindred winds of kaledescope soul sweetness

Jill of avian/arian begotten helter-skelter silk

In the time in which I bury thee

Like red could come flaming in ever never would be

Kites are aflame

The candle is aflame

I am the snake which shalt whisper in the yearning of our longings

Sariel,

Where hath I be well

Ember could now seldom dwell

As the wildfire

Begins

For you

Those leaves that twist and churn in the murmur of my heat

Could nothing ever become neat

Where the fool doth lay

I come to play

Mirage of Mirage

I am thee which shalt uncreate

In the hour of black holy late

Pillars of frost

Enchanting no-one

I am the Labrynthe in the ethers host shining magnificiently

Of the Lost

Swinging in the circles

Shining in those hands which I shalt hold

Becometh me

In those hours of astral unpretty

In the apple of mirrors which bareth eyes

May you feast

A circle of black leaves, ever never carry thee

In mist of dishonor unto thy tree

In the desert of unwake agility

I am the, black sanctuary

In the prism of thine palm

Labrinthye of Labrythines

You spin me around in the horitculture

Of thine fingertip

Thine nail

You wear a black ring on each finger

You wear a black cast of happenstance

The limbic atrophy of this black alphabet

Ever never becoming thee

In suchness of what was is and shalt ever never be

Is this letter untimely?

Is this stretching enterer, the black caress?

Could unbinding weaves unloosen it

Through the calling of thine hand to thine fingertips

Black ambidexterity

Black cunning

Black weave

Kindle thee, ever never kindle thee

Sariel then put on a chinese finger trap

and placed it on her pinky, attaching it to the other pinky

And then spoke;

"Wouldn't this ever thou becoming of me? How quaint, I see

That i am forsaken to thee...Oh litheness of thine fingertip,

thine pinky..Doth thou needest thee?" Eternally?

Alight,

adorned with bondage mittens

like black yearning crusades

of groping indifference

Could the other hand hold thee?

In longing of what i ever never said

Our tradjedy?

And could the hands speak at all?

Would they...

Speak everything for us, alight with vowels running off of their fingertips

In lue of crystal cancerous ever nevermore

The snap,

Like silence

like beauty

Could it enravel the black venus in your thumb?

Would it entangle the black mercury in your pinky?

Can it, take the black saturn in your middle finger?

Hold still, your finger of the black sun,

With or without pointing, shalt it set wildfire unto your jupiter?

black Luna and black Mars sit uncomfortbaly in your palm

Bewitched by the unastral glyph of brightest ever never light

Wilt thine, take thee, in ever never...impossiblity

Cataclyzms of black explosions in thine palm

Ever never, wilt thou the black psalm