Torrent of the Crouching Beast

the call of your kiss is vivid in the winds

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Carnivorous, like quiet,
the absence of your voice forebodes
with the oracle of mourning
alight in a torrent of rains
that stream with strikes of lightning
deep into the sands we imprinted
beneath the thunder of free fall
to an altar of knees and eternity
washed to heaven with the tide.

The call of your kiss is vivid in the winds
that pace and howl across a pane
so thin, the air itself is a slap of the nothing
that is no longer your embrace,
but a wall cloud racing my dreams
across the leading edge of madness
quelled, in theory, to calm
by the memory of your eyes.

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