Lifting my foot,
Chewing gum turns into...

Bluestocking Dic kinson -
a prattler, and lewd like a...

Portrayals of an inspired mind.
Made not by one anima...

In the temperate hours when
Dusk becomes dawn...

Crystal - bitter to touch
Beads of perspiration...

Upon the sands of a melancholy heart
I stood awaiting twilight, patiently...

Twas a crisp evening, sky covered with haze
Creatures hibernate away stirring days...

She waved,
And beamed a smile...

Standing in the moment,
between the first settling snowflake...

Silver patterns
on supple arms...

If Egypt should pronounce me dead,
Then let me walk amongst the tombs...

Feeding upon mushroom kisses
and magic's a thirst - inept...