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Created on: May 28, 2008
The Inches of Revenge.
We are but inches in a world of miles
Where of pebbles and mountains is life compiled.
Call me Kurtz! Or memories of Mark
In a clearly outlined haze of venomous love for all but you!'
Slowly we walk, side by side, in a field of immaterial roses,
Smouldering my nostrils with the infusions of passion and peach
Which I can barely retain within my own frailties.
I fear I have the touch of Midas' slave,
Or the gaze of Many Snakes
As I impede the devices of a Knight's attempt to woo.
I see white and black where you see the rainbow
And all the multicoloured chances to excel.
Call me the Caliban of Love, or a pathetic White Wood in a storm.
Call me what you will,
All but aesthetics you distill.'
A fork in my road, a blind corner in my path.
Call me the guide of the Marie Rose! Shining throughout the night
As if a glorious sunset, illuminating, intensifying, testing.'
Torture ensuing, torment is waiting, my own frailties protruding.
But too soon my ears open as if listening for a Crow surrounded by Ravens
And too soon my eyes are sharpening, glinting for the needle.
Why do I believe, that I create the night
Whilst you elude even the most frail of shadows.
An eclipse is coming.'
Hide and Seek negative everyness is walking slowly
Through the dead, red blossom that carpets my steps.
Spring is over.'
A solemn pillar stands amongst the Rubble
As a warm, victorious Winter vessel move on,
I am swimming in a lake of undrinkable water in a parching sun.'
Despair, a haze of red rises from the fermenting carpet
And intoxicates his nostrils with a raw, ravaging hatred.
Water boiling, key in lock is left.
Brisk speed, heart pounding, door opening.
The Inches of Revenge are swimming down my hands!
Call me Kurtz! Call me Mark! Call me Caliban! Or maybe call me a soft cloud in the depths of the sea, Cold Fire, sick health, misshapen Chaos of well seeming form!
NO! Call me your Darkness. Because I call you my candle!'
And like that, the rain begins to fall.
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