About

The sweetness of the twin sage flower blooms

In dissonances of a public farewell

Like the entrances to the portals

I cannot fathom

Like the allegories of space and time,

It's wild rose

containing me Like Astral sunrise,

in the heat my only spring

Wilt thou ever never remembering

The enchanted honesty

Blood borne to me in the feat of un-cruelty,

un-suffering Rosetta stone blind and un-bluffing

Scry In the holiness of mine

eye

Can you live without the temptation of stillness begotten in the throes of thine heart?

Bewitched by the suddenness of its twin allure

Ancient secrets lie hidden in me

The morbid ethereal inferno

which teaches me everything

Purify me,

Oh Saraqael

So that I may have that enraptured consciousness

The feather lieth Delphic in the oracle of your

mystic forest

It's silver enchantment

Like blood should be ever never without thee

In leu of promises I could keep

Wilt thou ever becoming, everything in me?

The virgin which has gripped at your stomach

Perishes suffering,

neatly,

nonchalantly

The inner world of the final art of enraptured consciousness

Silver pools of thought

which Never mistake thee

Hindered nigh by the clemency of astral cataclysm

Which soothes the aching bones of ghosts

And unbridled,

Shakes the wicker from thy wood

If thy whip of autumn sword

Shalt carve these 12 candles

All around thee

In whirlpools of white clandestine ascension

Where art thou?

Perish nothing In everything to me

Deliverance It's painless shift

This stained glass which i shalt subdue into your portals

A body of perfect glass

Which is the art of the end

Thy soul to send Ever neverendingly

In the prism of our eternal lock

Which entwines the ever Un-measure this sphere

of influence In the silver havoc of truth naked as

the day you were born

and the day you shalt die In the sickness of entrances

I shalt alleviate thee In births astral paramount claret wedding,

The soul shalt sing Like flame that was borne neverendingly

The public execution

The ire in my fair

Cannot this innocence

Be the only glint in thine air?

May the eternal mirror of your flames true will

Decipher sweetest In the palms of nothing

That shalt rest in lights final luminescence

May you true

May you agile

The final movement

the vigil

the black miracle of the woman

To everything may you be blessed In this secret of our twin soul

I hath kept Sariel

then writhed and moaned silently in suchness of the sound or word

Restoring all peace, innocence, truth, and wisdom unto all things

Her gown of purest astral holiest

or black holiest miracle myriad light

Enchanted thee final art of the real vision,

or first and final sight

And the one twin virgin soulmate

then did live within us all

And unto all things we hath perished

In the seat of consciousnesses rend

We art thou truest final art of lovers,

which never end

Daughter of Virgo did shine like a miracle quilt of never-ending brightest light

And cherished the center of thine heart or center or soul

But found itself glinted unto thine stomach,

and intestines

The silver shining woman smiles upon thee

Those smiling eyes in your female un-night

Mistress of the only scry

Which cries in the bends of

Thine eye

Your sweetness, your precious lips attuned,

Un-done to it

Your candy flesh Art thou

The Arcana of the artifice

Your black cherry kiss

Mesmerized in your soul of pink

Your soul of violet

Your soul of dainty,

Diaphanous treasures

Your softness

Your allure

The crushing atavism,

Of what you were,

Are,

And shalt be

Your dress,

your naked body and soul

Bury me in the sweetness of your miracle allure

black allure..

Of a girl and a girl Without thee,

I am ever never again

You were always,

my only best friend

The softness of your hands...

The burden of your closeness

In the