this autumn begins in the shadows of self-denial and self-enjoyings... on the margin of nothing, you are the future burst and the future blast.
at midnight the dragon rises and glows intensely.
I am the blood of the midnight dragon, its veins.
give me life, in regions of cry, virgin cry, outcast.
warlike silence from the binding cliffs we burn
bodies of lost female, nightly tents in passing,
angels in disguise we disagree.
empty threshold of stones bleeding, voices and caverns.
while bliss rages against bliss. and nothing.
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