Somewhere always the rain sings. All glass ponies lie in dust. All friends are friends without knowing either weather or the dawn. Frowns, smiles, famous, letters, never, the charm of laughing, a kiss in the shadow, the restless night and moonlight, lust - all things lost or loved and divine...we should wed in a forbidden dream. We should pretend to be demons lovelessly caught in peril. All beginnings have no end that life shall be a winless victor. Somewhere there is a languished realtor who holds a lease on life's prime real estate and now is never. A pearl in the hand is equal to the land and its fortune in based on the weather. Eternity is night if nightfall is day. There are no leaves on the ground where I lay. There are no summers. Indivisible is the twilight, immovable is the dawn. I reserve romance for all mankind. Somewhere always a strange motif reverses itself to be heard. Always we return to the same stolen endings.
The Heart is a Circle
The heart is a circle.
The mind is a guiding light
nearing itself towards ecstasy
or engaging in flight.
Vicissitudes of the poor.
Annulments of the rich.
The quality of purpose
manifests in rich reward.
Tangents of love
precedes the arrow.
Silence in the ghettos.
The heart will not hold the shadows.
We have prefixed the dawn
on the gallant wings of majesty.
The whole world is migrant.
Now the voice of cannibalism prevails.
But the forest is alive
and the dove of peace will sing.
The heart is a circle.
All my songs give charity.
Life is a gift.
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