Lion flame

Lion burns within me

Goat gets days on lease within me

Hope flickers like fox

Taking the dead symphony of sex

Doing wonders by the garden

Where Eve is burried in the corner

and he gaped thousand words in a mockery of fashion

There he rest his elbows on the edge of the table drawing million holes

And puncturing the air said Goodbye and vanished into thick veil of smog

She helped her destiny only to say hello at the railway station

They were returning from the journey to the Antilles

The flame flickered and the lion roared

Coming to the garden she wept and slept her days in the crib

A resting place indeed for the nought in vain and in need

 

 

 

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