O These Flashing Signs!
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O these flashing signs,
In my dreams, are explosions
Of curious eyes.
At the vanishing centre
Of things, Love is a
Carcass in a vast desert.
Wisdom is crowned with
Thorns, and beauty is contained,
In raven's dark claws.
Nightmares soon flood, and flow through,
These torn, psychic veins.
Night like a black sun devours
Innocent creatures.
Soaring doves are torn apart
By myriad hawks
And soon, tender, wounded skies
Are brimming with scores,
Then sheer masses, of swarming,
Miasmal insects.
The moon is dying like a
Forlorn, blood red beast.
Time accelerates towards
A chasm, which seems
To parody the future.
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