Temple of the ladies
armor of the wade
grope them tilting streets
spin them words
Bright darkness abound
mounting frames
drowning dreams
Fractals and boom
worth the stave
out of the cloud
into the roar
bearing a seed
of lameness
Demolition of senses
inculpating of logic
trend and bend
senile figures
uttering wisdom
them hollow words
mistaken for a sword
tongue and its lizard
worthless blizzard
wasted on a desert
