these times
in a landscape not abundant
..........in love
we were lowered
..........to the edge
like torsos .......... of the days
on the road
..........systems assembled
into sections:
newspaper, autumn, a tonne
of energy
- pleasure of childhood
the cat, the black one -
were no longer .......... the goal
we went interior (to joy
before death
of red) Beloved
............... of rain
yes, the interior ..... breathe!
...... of summer
tore me out of it
..........in love
we were lowered
..........to the edge
like torsos .......... of the days
on the road
..........systems assembled
into sections:
newspaper, autumn, a tonne
of energy
- pleasure of childhood
the cat, the black one -
were no longer .......... the goal
we went interior (to joy
before death
of red) Beloved
............... of rain
yes, the interior ..... breathe!
...... of summer
tore me out of it
Comments
The Land
The Great Ancient Philosopher
Avilia Enmavilda wrote
THE LAND
THE LAND
Of Sects
The Land Where Camels move freely
the Beautiful Good Population ENSLAVED
silenced
Lovers of more than One permitted
Not Accepting of Persecution
Enmavilda Spoke of the Rose
A beautiful Girl, tortured for brillance and beauty
in a Domestic Violence S/M Relationship who turned to women
She had a number of female lovers
Inpeccable Character - GOOD
Understanding Logic
Very Religious
Absolutely Non Persecutionary.