through the rages, over fences
You can catch the smirk of Keres
pulverising precious senses
Breathing in diseases
that we live under and loathe
Gathers fruit for us to tempt with,
if you're the bearer of a troth
Perfect symmetry will scare her
as will the beauty of the piece
A flawless soul, a neat provider
never match her soul caprice
Is it in the way we panic
making fuss as schedules juggle?
Sitting back's her one requirement
getting off on how we struggle
Is it not the path of duty
that she boldly tampers with?
Not determining the balance
but backing up the myth
She's devises little snippets
of the weirdest, weirdest kind
Holes them up for later usage
in the back streets of your mind
Watch elephants soar skywards
with a graceful tilt of wings
And water rising gradually
from colour tainted springs
Softening the winter layer
with an over-zealous sun
Nightmares stacked in single file
less able now to shun
Hallucination is her forte,
seize your mind before your pride
Nothing make sense any more
convincing visions - bona fide
Can't the sun just simply melt her,
or the route lose her her way?
Let her taste self satisfaction
with a different sauce today
The carnage of your thoughts
lost among the strange debris
Won't return to render mind games
but to pass you on to me.
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