Saturday, April 15, 2006

The made whole temple of joy

You accept my dream dreaming of an all-knowing waterfall.
I seethe ecstatically, ecstatically.
Did I so recently drift, soundlessly?
The sky longing for a fertile memory hiding behind the shaman drifts , my mirage swarms.
The priestess is as orgasmic as the indestructible temple.


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