The Hypnosis of Hades
Savant of
emotional sciences, your psychic scabies are a shamanic stone shock waving our
senses into a state of Samadhi. Constructing a temple “Independent” of glass
insects squirming through the watchers “I” ?? These accretions aging our arms
into an intense acupuncture of those adolescent archetypes rewriting our
histories to restore that lost moment. Laughter centering at the source of
medicines that remedy the serpents bite! As imposing limits were lifted in a
focused fashion. For these days our hours didn't set to float by in the faint
light of an evening’s fog, & oh what memories had we been trying to forget
all these sleeping years? Their symbolism seen through strangers that surround loose
legged tables... A stolen youth?! & this silent scenery subsides into these
wide open shadows in a lovers gentle embrace in this affair of opposites, Oh
how we once were an imperfect pair striving for that piece of perfection,
Nurturing these nuances within to accumulate a fleeting sense of protection, but
what legacies would we have left behind in our wake unstable heir?! As
fluttering confusions became the only mirror these obsessions ever saw inside
of your blackening heart...
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