I sleep on piles of shattered time,
And squaller in pools of mottled rhyme,
I sink in the sands of passion's hate,
And flourish in the body of altered fate.
I walk on lakes of jagged stone,
And waltz the hand of Satan's clone.
I dream in waves of arctic grace,
And live in pieces of forgotten face.
I weep in tears of velvet red,
And scream in voices of
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