Through the Looking Glass

They did not want us, 

but all they sang were words of evil,

serpent come and serpent go,

but evil is a foreign song,

my thought was crystals clear,

it dances to the burning light,

a sun like lions bright,

my own, my only, 

a sunder ash, delight.

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It comes with fire,

it comes with axes,

it soon has all the willows power,

it draws near the heavens gate,

never knawing, better hauling,

on wheels of fortune, it prevails,

but beware its birds of prey,

like misty night, more twilight,

it soon has all the light…,

to freck and frolic,

a sunder ash, delight.

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Soon the lisp of time will fall to grace,

it shows you small beauty, the looking-glass,

it soon expates as a golden hue,

a form without vision, 

a tremor without ground,

it is a noise of echo, a lonely sound,

it is a kaleidoscopic heart,

all of voices inside it, 

like winds through sand,

those winds of change.

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It lives in quiet places,

smaller than…, bigger if…,

a road of forever-more,

a desert of a lustful soul,

and you my darling,

as oasis, green and lumptious.