THE BLUE BIRD & THE PENTAGRAM IN TREBLE CLEF.

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VAIN DART, WALKED DESPICABLY THE WHOLE.

OVER THE SUSCEPTIBLE BODY,

OF THAT CUNFUSED NOUHGT.

DYING IN A DESERT, ABANDONED…IN LOVE,

AFTER THIEVING HER WATERS,

DRY HER WELL, AND DRESSED AS MUD,

FELL DOWN, RENDERED TO ITS LUCK.

LISTENED THE REAPING HOOK OF DEATH.

CONFESSED ITSELF,  ITS EYES FELL AWAKE.

IN THIS UNIVERSE…DIED A BLACK ONE CRYING,

IN THE OTHER, A WHITE ONE WAS BORN,

AT THE MIDDLE OF  A SONG,

IN OTHER DIMENSION,

IN THE CENTER OF A CROSS,

NESTED IN LOVE TWO LINES,

OPENED THE SOUL ITS LEFTY EYE,

HOPE LESS, JUST BEFORE THE LAST TIME,

SAW THE ENCHANTED BLUE BIRD,

WITH A PAINLY GRIM FAR,

POINTED TO THE FARLY CLOUD.

DO YOU SEE IT LITTLE BIRD ?,

IS EMBRACED AS A  RING,

TO THE HIGEST PEAK OF THE HORIZON,

RAISE YOUR WINGS WITH THE WIND,

TAKE IN YOUR BEAK THE PENTAGRAM,

JINGLE TO THE CLOD THE SONG,

SHE’S NEWLY MARRIED,

DRESSED OF WHITE…IN LOVE,

GO FLYING TO HER WHITELY FOAM,

BE A SHILL TO THE AIR…AND THE SUN,

TELL THE WIND, TO CONVERT HER WHITE IN A SAIL,

TO BLOW IT SLOWLY, AND MANTLE IT OVER MY BODY,

TELL THE SUN, TO WARM HER DESIRES, TILL BOIL,

TO BRING ALIVE HER TEARDROPS,

OF MY DESERT RUINS.

PREPOTENT, MEEK, ARROGANT, INDECENT,

INNOCENT, BALANCES IN PARAPENT.

A JUSTICE WITHOUT BLINDFOLDS,

THE BUBBLE OF A LEVEL.

NEWLY IRONED,

WITHOUT WRINKLES OR COMPROMISE.

AT THE END OF THE THROE,

THE SOUL THREW OUT IS TONGUE.

FELT THE WATER FROM ITS CLOUD,

AND THE WARM FROM ITS SUN,

OPENED THE HUNGER OF ITS SOUL,

FELT THE BLUE BIRD…PERCHED ON ITS NOSE,

SLIDINNG BETWEEN ITS LIPS,

FOR FOOD A SADLY WORM,

RECENTLY SNATCHED FROM THE GROOVE,

SHORED BY A FENCE OF STAMES,

EMBRACED IT…AND RECLINED,

WHJSPERED TO THE PENTAGRAM,

SLEEP MY LOVE, SLEEP. I HANDED IT IN TREBLE CLEF.