i am springsprung
feeling fartherfurtherfaster
like a noble gnostic narcissus gone sadly to ground
done in by the forces of winter's misfortune.
great god pan:
is that a flute in your pocket
or are you just glad to see me?
Nosferatu dances the funky chicken
in ancient catacombs where darkness rules --
even he feels her pull.
Ancient of Ancients, Mother of Days,
I adore you:
your time is come again
9:51:07 PM
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