The white star turns bright blue,
The unicorn unveils,
Eve's wicked tree sternly grabs me by the knee,
I am Mad,
I am Adam,
Not a sound upon your thought,
not a movement on thy emotion,
frozen in the grasp of her night,
unmasked by her attention to every detail.
Zen the water ways,
the rites to all her ways,
bleeding in her spider ways,
Find you,
Find me,
Found you,
We.
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