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I'm a Pre-Raphaelite in sheep's clothing.

This is how they will write poems on Mars

Lately I've been said to be a 'poet of mourning' so I thought I'd explore this concept in verse

No, no! Go from me, I have not the heart To try to love you, aloof virgin, eccentric girl! I have been left lately and can barely move M..

I see though the bottomless Mirror of desire, children I envision a simple life Budding in the corners of the night Glistening with ..

Pure joy, I have a renewed navel My heart, follows all souls I watch them in their daily rounds I yearn for compassion and identificatio..

Pure joy, bring me my cup Of non-attachment, I am tired of The path of greed, the feet of desire Remind me life's purposeless pleas..

Your bird eyes are my leaning into afternoons Strange and wondrous is the Earth By your side, your oceanic touch The laughter in your..

Dreaming the night, our staircase Was made of souls Love spreading the statue-spirit's cry Dreaming the night, in shadow's blood R..

Carry those shreds of darkness Into the dawn, let them go in the water The water of Oceans, they Illuminate the mountains Reddish ..