

A Plethora Of SoliloquyHer idle hand Will conflate upon our star, Every man will shadow her radiance. Steel, ice, and smoke.A Plethora Of Soliloquy
Her lips will remember rampant soft champagne, lilting, they will embrace joylessly.
In her eyes I will melt into marble or steam, A velvet prisoner of the light. Porcelain, blood and concrete.
Lifted by that wholesome, dark breath as she glances lissomely at my heart, eternity will come too soon.
She will tell me she's falling And I will tell her I know how she feels, She will know that I won't. Truth, lies, and a


Past The Revelation IIIMy remembrance lies cushioned Steer'd away by a bride who laughed Must they descend across my greyish shore? Seldom bodies discover their fortunes We play upon your form Salted by solitudePast The Revelation III
The world pass'd the human race In this paradise, we dim our eyes And tip our hats And utter all too confronting lies And we wait
My remembrance lies claustrophobed Shut away by the lives we lost.


Past The Revelation IIA stranger whistles news at me But I'm not biting Some came Some went We stayed the same Like still waters kill'd by our conviction.Past The Revelation II
I sweat along the sidewalk paradise Strewn with empty shells And empty souls Praying for societys second wind Praying to no one
A stranger cried 'Sound Off!' at me But I'm not fighting


Past The RevelationBehold all your skin, like a dense heaven at noon. Your breath in bends - fresh like the chamber in which it was held. Cold times provoke more deep alterations, while fear takes away such luminous flames. Sails are drowned in the sky like shadows of stars in the sea. Curved friends ask in terror to be freed - unaware of the purpose for which they are criticized. Silent new times begin - hidden behind the speech of those who have been blamed.Somewhere in the distance, rain stings electric. Somewhere after the end-bells toll I realise a passive wind lies before us, arching over ages. This pencilled paraPast The Revelation
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