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Improvisation on a Thursday #piano

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God is a woman wearing her hair long, breasts covered by her locks-- her eyes are the stars, her arms surrounding the world with endless love

We are in the era of Blue-blooded, broad shouldered beauties in vile lace, contraptions of space-age machinations that not-so-inconspicuously shroud their foul-souled ideations underneath the most translucent masks that they’ve forged in hellfire… End your wasted lives, end your mindless, blasphemous and trivial hate. We’ve no room for your travesties, for your self-will– for your hatred of happiness

It's that hour again, the man of steel and anthracite diverges and becomes mere graphite, crumbling in the warm, western winds. The mayor of his own instrument-- he rises in the valley yonder, oft-assured of the stupendous and divine sacramental wine which he procures nightly, just before he meets the sandman. Time is neither here nor there, for howling dire wolves provide promises to his wasted glory, as they dine and yelp, dine and yelp the sun away... Trivial pursuits are what remain when the light goes down, no need to love or be loved-- when the wine of the holy sacrament is in bottle, and bottle in hand. Worry eludes him, and the man of strong and unbreakable rock-- stays deep as the bottom of the jug.

Now, more than ever-- The world is mine To draw a brilliantly colored breath Deep and definite As far down as it is up To reach the gates Of heaven and hell With no more air in my lungs True as true can be That sign has come My time has arrived Desires unknown Good as God Cold as now Echoes through stone

It's not a game Nowhere beyond the outer reaches Do we come and go and stay and run Wild and free with hesitation and lust Orderly and silent because they said She said, no longer, he said drown Water rising above with lungs filling up Hastily deepening dark and downward Challenging physics to sink and sink To end to end to end the rising body Gorgeous as it was when winter took Born before the light came in Black in silence white laced stares Truly fair as fair can get Echoing these underwater calls for her Sinking ships that never sailed A befallen armada of picture frames Broken wood and glass and shrapnel Footprints from mysterious intruders Anxious as the heart will get-- With silhouettes and wine and deep regrets