Crusty deep
Mineral loaded and full of composture
Mountain Zen...long oceans of sustainance
Depthe in the next of death undefied
liquidity of all natural that we are known for and painted thus.
In the vapours we fist joy
In the the next angry count all is opposed
We are anililated and gonners left bare
Outside the lines.... nothing
There is teeming archtype
unnamed and vital
Fire flexing willing extremely
O Emerald Red crystal clear
Kaledeiscope of fragmentation
Withstand this Hellplace
Transform .
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compulsive
holy mountain
funeral case
painted ocean floor
strong odor of childhood memories
courtyard springs
no mans land
think out side the box... nothing but net.
carl jung in a pool
wild nights
fire in a lenders hand
the aftermath in a tub.
I stepped on the poem,
stand for long hrs
metamorphosis.