The ball of shadow

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Creating maps, a shadow of present and future,

I am scarlet, red ball of hope,fire with golden skin drooling in my cerebrum.

I hold your forlorn secrets of love, euphoria

Thoughts of tranquility, bewilderement.

The tassels of my veins drop from the abyss to your cascading voice

Voice of unheard owl,

Voice of stale rum from your creaking cabinet

Hear, the roar, then circle around the chords of fire and I shall put my sonder finger,
The soft baby fur in your twinings of eye

I may melt away, like the hot wax after the flamboyance of my stainless charm you see

That flickers on the epidermis of a new born child extending from it’s arm

Hanging to the knee joint of it’s granny.

Her skin, my revealation, my reflection.

You tell your clandestine tales as shackles  to me, yet mingling in the soft comfort of

My nemesis-the Moon.

Curl your spirit, trim the patchy mud

Produce bouquet of roses

A potion of clairvoyance.

A coffin to immortal souls.

Jump on my palpitating marks of grace,

Swallow my gifted praise

Swallow the mercury,

The titanium I wear

the caress of my toes tickling your cold winters shrug

Embracing the pits you produced

The heinous acts of disgust

The conundrum play.

My vigor holds marks of indelible faith,

An alacritous Sirimiri

To compose the monotonous dry days

My nectar, sweet honey-suckle home to wanderes, the bandits, the truth holders

Producing a teacup of auburn rays

An array of shimmery light

The colossal rhythm on fingers

A dandelion kiss.
-myvaliantsoul.