The devil, works in graduation,
The differences between
Fuchsia and Magenta,
This he delights in!
As the sky is azure,
I assure you, as the clouds,
Are granite and metal flakes!
The devil, loves the detailed secrets,
That most can never know!
The difference between fushia and maroon,
In this too, he invisibly strides!
Love, how you love the sunset,
The infinite shades of twilight, unto dusk!
You trick me!
Bit by bit!
Again! I am yours!
Step by innocent step!
Well-meaning! You pave the ways!
Paths, all head to, and fro!
The closer to you,
And the further away!
Either, as I struggle,
You encompass me,
A bog monster,
A shark, in the thrashing sea!
I fall into you, fushia, magenta! Azure as the skies are Azure!
The gravitons if extant, they break through,
And draw me into!
And drag me in gravity to!
The painted figure:
Of your promises!
Thy tryst to call me to a tryst with destiny!
But love is sacrifice!
It is not sin!
And yet, the night breeze, I sensed, it became a hurricane in the morning, my dream, in it as though truth itself, is to know that night breeze, as though in romance- to romance the mystery of the hidden truth. For I love the night breeze, which so few yet can sense.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
The Devil's wisdom!
Posted by Marc Evan Aupiais at 10:13 AM
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