Ethan Moyer

I want to see beauty.
I want to see the ethereal bindings.
I want to see the transcendental star murderers.
I want to see peace and war in the badlands.
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We’re dressed in our best,
And we’re ready
For the show.
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And the bed-time hero,
Returns back to his mire.
Dear Abbey,
The children are all dead.
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Eager brilliance blooming.
In timeless transcendental grasses.
New fat, lovely asses of the
Born again lovers rejoicing upon
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Walking through the forest,
Wandering,
Wandering,
Wandering, drunkenly through the crimson war skies.
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And now the streets are riddled with cocaine and sunflowers.
The love generation; a passed out smile.
The time our strange earth grew high,
And the saint lion, satin lovers
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Eagar.
Emotion, channeling.
Light it.
The child-lock,
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I no longer feel safe.
No longer thriving in the woven October sunrise.
No longer loving in incestuous burden.
No sanctuary of eager childhood secrets.
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Hot tireless lucidity,
Grant me your starry hour of
Forget-less night and
Divine teenage evening.
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Fear thy god;
Love it later
Empower our world;
Save it never
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Dream;
Dream now my sweet one,
The weary eyes of infancy creep past your
Exuberant tireless wake.
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Born to wander
Born to suffocate
Born to be tortured
Born to be born
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Tranquility and
Sincerity.
On the
Blue Train,
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Adorned, scorned, forlorn,
Re-borned,
Magistrate her autumn legion,
And I will leave you.
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Temptation, Inebriation,
Camped natural lamps,
Shaman chants,
Rants of the grand
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Satyr witch-men in
Mean meditation;
Soft medication,
Invocations and inbred
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Brittle birds fluttering madly,
In the warm seasons of
Pneumatic women in
Great golden Greek orgies,
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Wolves and doves
Wilting violently;
Crucifying nightmares
In the trees of the forest.
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Thick, wide hips and burnt finger-tips;
Hipsters and teenage strippers,
Star-drunken haven,
Euphoria breeding outlaws
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