Revelry in Mystic Rides

These muscles, toughly entwined tangles

Float above water to displace hinges,

A glitched system and disdained

Circles.

Under a blanket of beams, potent dark sky

Hanging on grand wires like ornaments,

Singing angels hover as lace tapestries-:

In the winter, die in soft sympathy

Beneath clouds which glitter and vacate,

Slowly he approaches, fluttering with hesitance;

Bathed and glistening

Packaged in honesty.

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