SENTINEL GUARDS

Space
Infinite Space
Never Ending Expansive

Vows on gates and bridges
Streamers etched river shorelines
Vows to neon born children
Blind and hollow born in moonlight
Bewitched and softly spoken
Virgin maiden head is broken

Where ever it may be-
Leave scarcity leave fought
Leave swollen and black behind the ears
And blackened face and feet
Where ever it taste week and lacking
To spread an oyster thin sheet to sustain a stadium keeling over
Stomach rot and face rot and distended bellies and featureless sad and encrusted
Where ever it may recede into a facade of secrets and shades
And hushes and hands over toothless mouths
Whispering decrepit promenades into irrigation gutters
To clutches
To rages
With the ears of lessons
Where ever it may be hard pressed and empty
It may empty and empty until opposites are satisfied
And with practice goes forgotten
Goes forever and forgotten
Where ever it tests principles below surface
Where it may be in the heart of ritual
Where it may climb and light in dignity
In harshness of light and the ferocity of common anonymity
Be-forced upon mortal grounds keepers of eternal battle cries
And general misunderstanding gifts, folly and rebuke
Totality swing around vacated masterpiece
Is globes seen exploded
And our vision is the rupture in the universe and the collapse of it all
And in the night sky drying eyes out
Anomalies and telescopes drying by burn barrels
And dark alleys fermenting with vermin
Promotes crystal vision
Where ever it may be heed that answer and fry turn stave heretic
May be heard and brave
Heed the color wand balloon endanger collection
Where ever it may be lost and forgotten
Let it leave unnoticed
And blown liquid anew

These ancient walls held me in the halls and the velvet shall and indigo stitch rugs
Their houses were flanked from original ground
And their sequin skin and peacock feather hair
Sparkled oscillated reflection
From the stroboscopic melting of a ceiling fan
Pulse Pulse and diamond globe spun
Broke into four distinct parts N, S, E and W
Golden poles erected
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We are aiming for sonorous hierarchy
Their motion and passage sings lisp into frontal lobe via cerebral cortex
Pleasure
Spans wicked moonbeams splayed out with a chinese fan in her porcelain hand
Claps and hemisphere orgasms
Chirps and every nest hatches
Chirps and doves sing
Sings that one long night alone that following fire flies lead to that fire shrine cathedral
Her harvest is intonation and reap whole arms full of holly wreath innocence
Knocks you outta the mirror
Alone with your reflection
Standing 2 by 2