into a nightmare slumbers
the creeks by
the oaken roots, a
swanlike crystal; so
included with
dying, so curt about dying,
sweet color
magnificence; obliterated in
you or found upon an
autumn lily, deaths
restructure you;
soft aromas or stinky
toes, at so much
to retain;
by a feudal plank,
remorseful cries,
against fastidious
concrete; pictured falls,
rigor mortis walls, mazilly made
perfect.
topaz ornaments, abject-blue-diamonds,
accursed to win
the wrong way; by the
cultural plight,
by the magnitude of
indexes, a number
is easier to assail; dial
tones, purgatorial
societies, too exposed
to listen; nakedness
into senselessness,
one might feed you
pain.
