Grey soil patterns enveloped moist patchy grass developments, cascading down through sopping hillsides, where cold tombstones grow in magnitude. Cloud like mists drifted prior to sudden rainfall tropics, cementing the dank wetlands from polar snowfall chambers. Uncoiled cemetery gates lead to petrified sanctuaries, running perpendicular to Gothic architectural mausoleums.
Autumn mother, and Red daughter Winter dripping tiger lilies, assorted in crimson garments and velvet stockings. It is the deep boiling bloodline families that scurry rapidly through famished villages. It is electric and foreboding. Real in violence and primitive nature. Sordid years sweep by drearily, like jaded black merchants in the frail coming night, conspiring on desolate skid row slum terraces among banished criminals and faded green scenery.
Fertility surrounded the fetal springtime womb in a transient evanescent ambiance. Her last subtle breathe resounded vibrancy, a dying voice that echoed between solitary canyons, subsiding off rocky mountain cliffs, malingering finally in naked decibels. Native tongues, speak no more of good luck or fortune, truth remaining long after folly
I was left alone on earth to watch a sudden moon arrive too soon
Alone, I danced below it's lunar cycles, hungry with desire
An orbit of yellow orchids unraveled before my tired eyelids
Sky moon above, a familiar atmosphere exuded tranquil phosphorescence
as evening transpired up and down the languid hillside
lilacs bloomed in sacred premonitions,
I awoke in civil misfortune to an uncomfortable bed and an out-of-tune-
alarm clock.
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