Screeching portals of reality service the bleats of crowds...
Service to sever
To disremember you
Who live within me
Nestless in my restless lore
To delirious highs
Of solemn castrati harmonizing civilizations,
This story cares naught for thirsty stratospheres
Or greedy mummies
Of lovelorn false Friars.
For the heroine lives within your frozen
“Horror movie perfection”
Of Autumn paintings and tangerine dinners
Before she could ever bear the fears of reality.
Created: Jul 12, 2012atkarim Document Media