From Her I Stumble
Desolation is contagion,
lost somewhere within
this abomination
I call a head.
My purloined stars dim in their twinkle
and crimson comes down to sprinkle
where fallen cherubs reminisce.
Ambient dilligence, a meaning in Tao
where I search from even though
its not worth saving my breath,
an eternal audience
where hollow Oaks spill and
I only taste swill.
Raptured bust that disappears
and loneliness peers.
lost somewhere within
this abomination
I call a head.
My purloined stars dim in their twinkle
and crimson comes down to sprinkle
where fallen cherubs reminisce.
Ambient dilligence, a meaning in Tao
where I search from even though
its not worth saving my breath,
an eternal audience
where hollow Oaks spill and
I only taste swill.
Raptured bust that disappears
and loneliness peers.
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