Carpathian silver like moss on the moon
Our minds croon for the forbidden
Teleological rocks and aspen
Golden waters in fauve Matisse
I am the organic poet
Sorrow of Mars
Shoreline in the fog
Have you felt guilt high as mountains?
Redemption requires barren peaks
I seek the priest of the forest
Wrinkles filled with antique stanzas
No exemptions
We live on the slate cliffs
Music calls on a starry cathedral
Shaman dreams of Carl Jung
Conscience the unrelenting collector
My soul - a trip into crevices of division
Clowns and gargoyles
Kindness and walls
Now time is ending it all
Narcissism is afraid of death
They of the shadow army march
Fear brinks swords like depositions
Lawyers of the mind
The trial of love
Scrutiny cruel and cold
I try to change but I’m overwhelmed
Libraries of rationalizations
My evil haunts me
I cannot tune every bell
I need forgiveness
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