The dragon born of floods beneath the cliffs is like a dream, an illusion
The precious white fields at Carrara, capture everything in their grasp
Circe Invidiosa is aching for another man to take her in the sunlight, where she belongs
That is what she thinks of herself, as a child can't stop playing, dangerously close to breaking
The crystal ship in Venusian City, billowing out of the slipstream
In Emily Avondale's locket, a chilling notion, hypnotic
Unlatch the binding spell of distant stars to recover from the halfmoon
Western rivers flowing downstream, in the wake of fate exacting
Punishments of success taking over what I had been making
The crystal sunlight of ships returning to our pillows
Clouds of hope recognize the generations lost in space
Blackholes and waterfalls curse the depths of all delusion
Internal exile covers a sleepy-eyed reflection of denial and deep restlessness
Her innermost curves resolve to complete the expectation of what she must be
In order to live content with herself, a never ending story will endure!
The hall of hearts and romantic spirit buy my lantern for a quarter
Arthur Rimbaud with green aperitif kissed the iron horses last night
Your Amphitrite is without descendants; no one came along to find her
A gothic queen predilection falsely securing protection
Futuristic poet/scholar flipping up another collar
Lunar module of sex drive, emeralds from 1980
Witch hazel electrode streetlamp, verdigris deco controller
Like a harbor bell rings for the wounded, unfettered ophidian rose
I will tell you what I'm making after I am done placating
Meaningless noise in my pocket, critcial and misanthropic
Intransigent holds on truth are all we have to combat
That which floods our focus with inconsequential drivel
You must hold on to the thread of truth while you still can
Experimental avant garde mythology, self-referential ironic apology
The space cadet glow has captured my mind: blissfully vacant tabula rosa
What I am after no longer matters to me if I cannot be well preserved!
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The dragon born of floods beneath the cliffs is like a dream, an illusion
The precious white fields at Carrara, capture everything in their grasp
Circe Invidiosa is aching for another man to take her in the sunlight, where she belongs
That is what she thinks of herself, as a child can't stop playing, dangerously close to breaking
The crystal ship in Venusian City, billowing out of the slipstream
In Emily Avondale's locket, a chilling notion, hypnotic
Unlatch the binding spell of distant stars to recover from the halfmoon
Western rivers flowing downstream, in the wake of fate exacting
Punishments of success taking over what I had been making
The crystal sunlight of ships returning to our pillows
Clouds of hope recognize the generations lost in space
Blackholes and waterfalls curse the depths of all delusion
Internal exile covers a sleepy-eyed reflection of denial and deep restlessness
Her innermost curves resolve to complete the expectation of what she must be
In order to live content with herself, a never ending story will endure!
The hall of hearts and romantic spirit buy my lantern for a quarter
Arthur Rimbaud with green aperitif kissed the iron horses last night
Your Amphitrite is without descendants; no one came along to find her
A gothic queen predilection falsely securing protection
Futuristic poet/scholar flipping up another collar
Lunar module of sex drive, emeralds from 1980
Witch hazel electrode streetlamp, verdigris deco controller
Like a harbor bell rings for the wounded, unfettered ophidian rose
I will tell you what I'm making after I am done placating
Meaningless noise in my pocket, critcial and misanthropic
Intransigent holds on truth are all we have to combat
That which floods our focus with inconsequential drivel
You must hold on to the thread of truth while you still can
Experimental avant garde mythology, self-referential ironic apology
The space cadet glow has captured my mind: blissfully vacant tabula rosa
What I am after no longer matters to me if I cannot be well preserved!
The precious white fields at Carrara, capture everything in their grasp
Circe Invidiosa is aching for another man to take her in the sunlight, where she belongs
That is what she thinks of herself, as a child can't stop playing, dangerously close to breaking
The crystal ship in Venusian City, billowing out of the slipstream
In Emily Avondale's locket, a chilling notion, hypnotic
Unlatch the binding spell of distant stars to recover from the halfmoon
Western rivers flowing downstream, in the wake of fate exacting
Punishments of success taking over what I had been making
The crystal sunlight of ships returning to our pillows
Clouds of hope recognize the generations lost in space
Blackholes and waterfalls curse the depths of all delusion
Internal exile covers a sleepy-eyed reflection of denial and deep restlessness
Her innermost curves resolve to complete the expectation of what she must be
In order to live content with herself, a never ending story will endure!
The hall of hearts and romantic spirit buy my lantern for a quarter
Arthur Rimbaud with green aperitif kissed the iron horses last night
Your Amphitrite is without descendants; no one came along to find her
A gothic queen predilection falsely securing protection
Futuristic poet/scholar flipping up another collar
Lunar module of sex drive, emeralds from 1980
Witch hazel electrode streetlamp, verdigris deco controller
Like a harbor bell rings for the wounded, unfettered ophidian rose
I will tell you what I'm making after I am done placating
Meaningless noise in my pocket, critcial and misanthropic
Intransigent holds on truth are all we have to combat
That which floods our focus with inconsequential drivel
You must hold on to the thread of truth while you still can
Experimental avant garde mythology, self-referential ironic apology
The space cadet glow has captured my mind: blissfully vacant tabula rosa
What I am after no longer matters to me if I cannot be well preserved!
Writer: John Trautman
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