"Forked Spoken Trials"

Weathered dust

Crowned twelve with one eye shut

What oceans wore in vein

Made naked nonsense

Alabaster shores in a lighter shade of hell

Forked spoken trails tell

Nothing is hidden

Nothing is new

None wonders

In surrendered passion

Old redemption


Old names

Separate one

Who made you?

Who made who?

Manner of gentle touch

Or the force of Samson's hammer against your brow?

Don’t tempt fate

Fate resists and delays

What happens, happened twice

In heaven today

Forget about lines you were

Not meant to make a remembrance of

False witnesses bare sweet incense

Shallow kisses wet

Swallowed the universe whole

While moons wept

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