The day is done, the flowers have folded, the light faded
the screaming sheep are jumping across the corpse
the trees are lurching........................................................
the creeper pees into the stream, his leer
harder than stone, his fingers
touching captive flesh.....................................................
capriciously he crawls into the sea
dragging his poisoned soul like a shattered vase
his mind locked into darkness........................................
his captive looks into his blood-boiled eyes
and smiles, his reflected reddened
sockets his own...............................................................
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