In a sprite's echo breath, of a hawkmoon so pale As floating autumn leaves turn red palmetto And our love taking wind of the willowy sail To a distant Fata Morgana Of the wailing wings and haunting sins A heavenly chariot, floating the starlit sky In joyful adoration of angelic transcendence We embrace tight the brail of eternal swell My oblique poetry falling upon braille In
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