Death Defier

Is it flight you seek in death to soar by wings of feather, scale, or silk … farewell mouth harping kisses and cradled lip entangle tear your mortal stitch … bounds embracing oft the phantasmic Dawn … a prismatic drunkard’s path the fool’s fright climbs … to perch hawk, the sacrament of Horus’ sunset inclines … bare beings crouched fetterless, blind veined, seep fillied, sap sad leeching wine … parsing fruit with nostrils full … be it poppy paste or free based retro reprimand …

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