A rosebud on my mind
The empty snow globe quakes
Me back to future’s past
Where the core of thought shakes
The bloodied red tide loose
From the ocean that aches
For a cleansing of pores
And the purging of snakes
From Eden’s rusted paths
And the emptied great lakes
On death’s collision course
And the devil’s hot takes
On the rot within their souls
As the sundrenched skin bakes
Wafting from Xanadu
Lost, in blinding snowflakes
My transition ever waiting, for the torrents of spring

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