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[dryft]

walk with me
banish not from your being this island of sorrow
no shame begets you where i reign
no science informs you of my beloved need
inner world beseeched by endless close ups of suffering
your mask serves only to hide your splenditure
though rabid dogs of death snap at you time and again
great hands appear to carry you across oceans of deciet
and here you will know
while angels pullulate in their anticipation of now
make only a veneration of thy darkest moment
for here is where the life begins
and this is my kingdom
my heart and soul and my title made manifest
and for this you shall weep
no more

-- b. adamson