WHen the Dove cries and the Moon is all full
The light of a feather is purchased at dawn.
Like a Ray of hidden Sunshine gone down
Rises a Stem of the Ocean eye’d quill
Raining in Tear Drops of universe felt.
Lashing the Lids and breaking their corrals.
Storm Riders reduce their Distance then Swallow.
The Earth with its wounds retaliates hell.
The underworld awaits without Splendor.
imitates the worst preconception scowls
between Beast and Non Beast and parallel
Phantasmagoric and wikked and fanged
what Pandora released, the Dove amends.
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