Galleries Of The Gods
I catch myself breath taken, agasp
As I step widely towards an October wind.
Tigers move about on the wings of this breeze,
Like a sudden chill about to pounce
From the walls hidden in the night.
High on hash or burning leaves
I'm left with the savor of
Rusting metal upon my tongue.
Thoughts like Thunderclouds
Break and drift inside my mind,
A swimming vortex reforms
As bolts from the wise sky's eye.
The night fears red and sober scream brighter
In the circles last merging quarter before winter.
Deeply insane, the darker colors shine heavy,
Bringing laughter that shakes sympathies
From tombs and earth stones.
Infernal ground seems to seep up
To the earth I stand upon
Changing the golden landscape,
Pouring it into a siphon mold.
This appears like an ogre grimace
Collapsing through a black sifter.
Transformed the season's face
Bares that of a Pharaoh or Jackal
From the Galleries of the Gods.
As I step widely towards an October wind.
Tigers move about on the wings of this breeze,
Like a sudden chill about to pounce
From the walls hidden in the night.
High on hash or burning leaves
I'm left with the savor of
Rusting metal upon my tongue.
Thoughts like Thunderclouds
Break and drift inside my mind,
A swimming vortex reforms
As bolts from the wise sky's eye.
The night fears red and sober scream brighter
In the circles last merging quarter before winter.
Deeply insane, the darker colors shine heavy,
Bringing laughter that shakes sympathies
From tombs and earth stones.
Infernal ground seems to seep up
To the earth I stand upon
Changing the golden landscape,
Pouring it into a siphon mold.
This appears like an ogre grimace
Collapsing through a black sifter.
Transformed the season's face
Bares that of a Pharaoh or Jackal
From the Galleries of the Gods.
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