Monday, August 1, 2011

Artifice

Do your veins know of the golden age?
Does your blood run to Saturn?

Stones compound
Obscure Opal
Fear seeps in
Into our sin

Do her roots, in your heart, protrude?
Can you share the fruits she bears?

Cassia in our soul
Rabbits into the cauldron
Of artifice
Our sacrifice

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