We Speak in Shards-Time Of Orchids

We Speak in Shards - Time Of Orchids A lurid clamor Sick pity into witness Persuasion by rival Misty-eyed Namesake caution Earthrisen to bask In the ghostwritten Mince words, of hunches and system Real crypts for sparing this, our tendency Not for trade, browbeaten and sitting sands Sunless enduring cringeworthy, sheer duty To the root of character we can forge Marvelously in a deep, black sleep Make haste, spoils of dominion Blemished and preyed upon By strategy undermined The hectic eventual Blisses for business With yearning, the shrill glint Apart, sulking in traces Exchange, likened to burning Biding time, we can find a sly, fertile text Nursery to the beast, taunts the scripted seed Marvelously in a deep, black, glory-bound haze Liberty, come the fierce twin of spirits seized Even as we speak, the supreme Love being Sisterhood prospers We speak in shards It mauls, the harrowing Gravewards ridden, stalklike Dim, writhes the supple signs Cellared and spy, wisps routine Maternal drifts in league, amidst Love being Lifting, grueling flesh, unannounced Drenches, it bores the tempted, selves For pose, propulsion, wit's end to splendor From feud and without clue, larger measures Sisterhood and the system Infancy divine, a manner of speaking In ridicule and on display or in gusts at play Wilted mine, our last laugh, fatique flourishes In bellowing, perfect perpetual Web we spin is a thrilling ancestry so crude Winces to plague our murk and see serene