Lateral movement advocates literal stillness!
Peeling the Bandage
Lady Soulless, what angel art thou
that dost seem’st make fools sober,
And perjur’d lips turn’d vile, sweet?
I, then with the same chorus
Ask of you, my fair maiden;
Milady,
Henceforth weep!
Henceforth weep!
Let not thee -- a single hair,
veil yonder those lustrous orbs.
Doth take pride in those tears
and flaunt their fluidity;
For in which salinity –‘tis the reason
for thine exquisite soliloquies.
Let unsolicit’d pilgrims intrude --
Lest merely pardon their paltry stares.
And if thou wilt; O, trespass, then sweetly purg’d.
Fear not, shallow streams;
And through them walketh past.
And if souls but do bleed;
Then a cup of your crimson torrent –-
With haste, I shall drink!
…Letting its soulful potency course these arid veins.
Healing, then rousing;
Rousing, then Healing
…This nocturne knave!
Then Exeunt Pain...
Then Exeunt Pain!!
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ps (written once for she whose passion equals mine...)