Occult sharing breath and the petty death until we live, free from the spiral shell cages we extruded in desperate need to hold tight on, to forgive our words and deeds in fear of being excluded from a promised land found in inconvenient day. kairos over chronos, my love, patient passions shatter stone that seeks to crush flowers sown in clay and when the snows are too deep, I sleep, emissions held and forests felled with single stroke of the pen that is dipped in bright blood you infected me with, carrier of words, fantasies fantastic when unleashed by word and vote you elected me with. I dream of you in every nights surrender and will fulfill your charge in lusts earnest and tender. William F. DeVault. All rights reserved.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 17:58:52 +0000
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