mist stones   
remains of haunted corridors   
rise above ground   
the wandering soldiery   
of our scattered souls.      
 
Here iron hurts   
he kills and stammers   
the law of motionless   
in the procession of wild animals   
fabrics wrinkle.      
 
In the hollow of the valleys   
the sheep are grazing   
pass the black rider   
in his rattling device   
eyes red with blood.      
 
Carnivorous massacre   
even wolves flee   
over the rock   
with a smooth cavalcade   
that the autan wind spins.      
 
Appended bellies   
arms raised to the steel glove   
hemp breathes   
weary   
the beauty emits a soft rattle.      
 
Ceruse spies on desires   
the fresco is deposited   
under the frame   
secret waypoint   
just a grain of skin.     
 
 
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