My lips are pink.My hood is red.And though I knowthe roads are safe by day,I walk the night instead. Through mossy moor and meadow creek,beneath the moon, I hear you speak.Your golden eyes like beacons senda welcome glow I comprehend. By...

How thenam I to mention theprocess of molting withoutelaborating my own desecrationwithout describing the evaporationof my divine inner plumageinside this stillwaterstorm of sunshinethe truth of light banishesmy bright gleaming feathersbeneath the blaze of her warm summer raysmy decimated colors...

Greetings Deepunderground, we have formulated a response to your artistic language of poetryAt first, we could not decode the language in its emotional stateIt came to us singing through the universesAnd our top scientists and seershave been trying to...

The bedlam on me, I weep notes of despair They were broken pieces of my sacredness thrumming the harp upon my soul of madness   My heart strings out of tune with the other beings sang a melody of melancholy and insanity visions blur, and...