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Your blood and my blood are nought but the sap nurturing oceans of life

my innermost universe's waves gleam red as if inflamed

verily, my senses swim and swoon

nature gazes at the opalescent visions which rise athwart the delusive flowers of the mind

my mind - a yawning vortex

and futile words reverberate in the emptiness and allay all pain

the winds wafting

and ere all this there was nought but will

in the hidden gardens the stems of yews swing in the fragrant memories of yore

the miserable warping memories of efflorescences lost and waned

floating up to the skies

the waxing moon caressing with a hand discreet and light the contour of her bosom

solidity, fluidity, heat and motion

all of these are but fleeting

in the palm of my hand I hold a silver tear of prancing recollections

like a shard of opal sundering the bonds that caused all

now freed of delusive hindrance

give way to dizziness and grant your eyes this benign vision

let them rove over visions of white

mighty waves of your inner ocean unroll and tear the pall of life's insalubrious demons

too much have I hearkened unto the brooks and woods

do obeisance to emptiness and place it in your heart

distant from the scathing eye of the heavens and wakeful reflections of the mind

verily, you shall forever cherish the vast sea

the image where you contemplate your souls putrid blossoms

lolling on his bower man amazedly gazes into himself

plucking the ears of corn and looking at his day's toil in vexation

over the loitering and tardy will we leap

the blossoms crawl from within the vortex

perceiving the portentous effluvium of vernal fields of scent within our souls

inundating me and over-reigning control of flawed perception

sensating a colourless all-colour of emptiness from which we shrink

and when the pinions of emptiness enfold you, yield to it!

lest the dagger hidden among void's wings may wound you

the empty and fatuous depth of a lover is a riptide you cannot deter

suffer not yet my eyes to hunger for your countenance

as — forsooth - your aspect and your gaze console me

do not desert me as the palsied universe lies before me a leper

magniloquent ascriptions of dominion resound in the yawning nothingness of form

and sink to the opposite side of the world out of pure subservience

the blossoms of your tomorrow shall unfold in my heart

perceiving the all-colour through which lurks an clusive iridescence

and imparting an abhorrent mildness to the dumb gloating of their gaze

and in those for ever exiled waters the heartless voids are shadowed forth

beckoning the thought of annihilation

and because it does not have an essence it will cease and be no more