Green Magic

Green Magic
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Andrew Defrederico - Dec 18 21:48


On verge of clasperity, awning unveils above,
eyes kept closed, a secret to the ears withhold
temptation to the stars, a gaze of wonderment
from my life to yours

One of crept to the slow of rigidity onset
through the body; one is he who is I am,
me as an early riser to the midnight dawn

Upon this approach, delt by hand of magic,
sight and touch, a professional perception
to the keys of the magic man

One of demise, two to the left, a breeded
nature from the past that lays beneath
the wise of tomorrow

The green pastures gaze over themselves
in disarray to the forbidden of senses
of midnight dawn I can have of this day

Not in mind the set that bleeds, artistically
cradle me from the fear of young I was
to the dead I feel into this great green appeal

On verge of clasperity, I do not listen
to take care of wise to the torment
of my own disguise as the magic man
to the green of tomorrow I walk through