Chimera of imagination
Like phoenix, rise
to each lustrous chalcedony;
denying not the precious moments
that sard my lust, and
cogulate my blood, red inside
Bearing rich the oeuvre
of your visceral art
I deliberate my thought
to engage my feel
unhurried and firm
Every broken splinter
that crave thy feel
split my seconds,
in gravity of your concern
Undertaking to pledge your worth
Appearance deny
an outfit of my emotions
There I scourge
a whip to my shadow dark
Flagellating thy fire to flames
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