Buying The First Resignation Of Identity ...
Something that is lost
Like that of Lucifer
Only reveals itself in retrospect ...
After the delight in expanding
The glide of silver bird wings ... she cries
Her powerful phrases become pitchforks
Of molten diamonds in my head
Please ...
The shivers scream tattered night
In the four directions of a rainstorm
Migratory atoms - except in this
This observation unknowingly
Contracts the sound and hiss
As ... somewhere this is repeating
First the temperature of birth
Then the blanket of skin ... a virgin
Another uninitiated to the ways of lust
Mother loves you ... boasting aloud
Jolting ... falling ... the train stops here
She has your eyes they say ... she would
Look like you they say ... she would
Keep the finger painted her story of all
Shattered and shining days ... secrets
When days become a flower ...
That mirrors the rising and falling
Of Merlin's sleep in the joy of her mind
As she drifts towards the images of night
As dreams become the first of many
In the resignation of her identity ... and
Her name ... Pandora
End
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