in an unreal numb world,
it happened,
slow unfolding waltz,
beautiful and perfect.
vincent's sunflowers,
unwilting and bright,
lyrical and fragrant,
jesu of Bach.
somewhere a blindworm,
in labrynthine slime,
slithering in melancholy,
in the nether world.
a Faust in quest,
a fiend in cocoon,
immaculate savage,
a venom in bloom.
cataclysm awaits,
as light invades,
expurgating liberating,
sunflowers of the soul.
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