What southern lords did delve in luxury, with tapestry in forest green and silver coated golden fleur de lis, all but one blindfolded and hot with breath in marbled chamber room in union discussing the future of a never-meant-to be. The unblinded sage amerced with verse as he lifted bony fingers in decorous demeanor—with subtle and succinct a tongue, a blackened speech of ancient emperors all hung in wooden rungs, his robe in tattered layers, covered in dust and webs, and with an ebb of song reversal, his screeching caught the attention of many an angel—rebellious and otherwise.

 

And with suspension in betwixt the aforementioned, the wailing shadows that were once our forefathers, lathered in myth and scattered in some fantastical self-defeating snare called ‘sin’, the murmurs raged and turned my thunder harsh and grim. Let your children spill out into the rain, barefoot and frantic hungry for a life away from your digital domains, to step on rusty nails in the muddy waters, to bleed and never notice, to hold each other as they spin in giggling disregard—jovial—no need for your applause.

 

Consider a million monarchs as they mention motion whilst they trek to tragedy, migrating in nature’s melody. Orange, yellow, black…folding blurry winged tiny thin books flapping pages little pages.

 

And you wanted the venerable and vitiating errant error of literature—you asked for words of wonder to deflower the lazy cunt that has become your mind, and I decided a reply in the form of a jocund ejaculating sultry syntax seething somewhat breathing laying in the dark corner of the room where it happened and you never told a one, you always told the lie, with silence and forgetting your past did multiply.

 

What say ye then, Cosmic Cuntical Council?

 

Shall this earthly anomaly be cut asunder from root to spine?

 

And in unison blind and otherwise they uttered calmly…

 

                           Let him run in circles in forgotten country without reason and without rhyme.

 

Let him find his way to godhood as he stumbles with the swine.

 

If he finds himself amid the noise, then let him take a chair amongst us and forget forever that once he lived with all of thine.

 

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