The caryatid - Procession etched on the vague spires
Of fear - the silent strides on the prescience of night
Black shadows with dire aspirations pursued
The lone mournful procession embarked
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Amid the despairing noises and monotony
And futility of our existence - racks and tortuous
Incisions haunt our lone furnace
We walk in the labyrinth of silent echoes uncomplaining
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I strutted the craggy strand
Of the desert sea
Filled with strange inanimate objects
Perturbing in fierce up and down jamboree
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Silhouette of an austere
Poet under balmy shade
Of somber grandeur
And traumatic fulfillment
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The riddle of the sphinx - purveyor
Of the demise of coaxing, swooping, roaring voice.
Words locked in eternal rock shields - unapproachable
The destruction of the sudden throes carefully wrought
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Go to the sacred groove
Of the unknown and bring
The ancient drums
Along with sticks.
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Love - when tears dim your eyes
And a stream of bloody pains and tears
Presaging dissolution taints your dream -
On the lonely path that you have being abandoned
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The world wanders in ruins -
Evanescent wonders seven - incessantly inundated
By tortous roars
The seven seas converge at the edge
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She came holding
Her treacherous heart
Her gyrating
Ephemeral heart
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The wild calls, the howling storm
And the fevered thunderbolts
Gauzily veil dark,
Covering the sky
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