I
Tooth-deep affection, calcines my skin.
Shot in mid-flight, winged poesy
Longs for flight, to the woods of
Warmth, mirthful azure.
Lungs cling to the fresh vapour of morn.
Unknown melody pours mercury
On the tympanum...
I loose my feet, desperately clutching
The shelter of my cocoon:
The cocoon of Obscurity.
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