i danced on the gravestones of Blackbirds and Waterfalls
my obsession became the vines that (tangled/strangled) the Lion
and i found myself in a Savannah (that was) locked in an ice age
unprepared for the icicles that threatened to impale the Pride
in the desert there is hidden water, in ice there is blue flame
adonis and a mirror
cupid with an arrow
zeus and the lighting bolt to separate the two
Thesis came cantering in holding the power of fire
and a smirk to remain for eternity
sacrificing a liver for time
smells are enticingly solid
simmering together in a blaze
rebuilding and recreating the decaying flesh
its touch on my tongue haunting
there's a burn going down
but at least now there's a compass to point the way
each word embedded across endless sheets
every note tells a story
shinning screens etching worlds into existence
i've lived them all in vibrant color
discover how to stand still for the inferno that will consume me
who knew a Lily could tame the Beast
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