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aleph

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Xanthos Xenos

Morning Star cast out
Pale light through pains bleeding red
Shed cloth of men dead

Fed as sin wore of soul's tread
Bled sore feet in dread
Bed down as your prays are said

Thread thought of lamb lead
Forever the voice in head
He who feeds on doubt

beth

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Xanthos Xenos

Black the white skies
as back of your eyes.
Reflect inner, wise.

Thoughts trap form from trapped thoughts.

Cage; self-referencing.
Birds; disheartening.
So, pleasantly sing

chords of coarse notes. Not, of course, words.

For others, you speak.
Closing the eyes, seek
YOUR tones to bleed, leak,

droplets. As thought lets drop

feelings, inner-'wise';
to dry of your eyes.
White the black skies.

gimel

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Xanthos Xenos

Who is pain? Through my eyes the rain.

The heart FROM tip of NOSE round the cheeks TO drip drop dribble from CHIN

The blood of this ROSE to paint delight feline FEMININE
flesh from ear to ear

The LAUGHTER let last breath fear
in happiness TOO FAINT TO HEAR

daleth

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Xanthos Xenos

Awake: a walking waltz, as sings the Selo sweet.
Epithem swims in hymns, rapity tap tah pap pap beat!
Away a'wandering; wondering "why".

Boxes, a reck, erect tangles of fun; spun and spinning.
You: toys of teaching. Self taught mind for reaching "winning",
leads onward plundering; pondering "I".

Psyche hat trick, score! Young Epithem is sore.
Muffled screams and dreams (ruffled feathers) are a bore!
Piss in this, child pessimist. Drink to a drunken cry.

No love from toys! Groom those fucking plumes!
Hate! Don't cry! Fight! Wrong! Rite! Yes... no, don't try!

Happy little Epithem, the Selo coos to sleep.