The Sea of Purgatory
Virtue held no vigor on the contemptuous horizon as the sun descended behind a sea of melancholy that raised its fervent waves to our failing ship; seven aboard, sailing through achromatic rainbows we hit the decrepit decks with nostalgic reveries to talk in failing voices that remind these souls to gather the shattered pieces of their austere lives away from all the fault they call upon this ship, separatelychasing suns across a circular path; now that there is nowhere left to go in our grief we magnify the agony as it correlates the angles that stare ardently in excuse to the wrong direction; flesh in heresy as our bodies are witches burning, waking up to a wish that I will one day resonate as I have accepted my fate and I am now sinking while everyone else could be fighting in futility for no one knows how I began but how I'll end, focused in on why I am far beneath the answer opened to a pride of lions and murder of crows that act upon my mind in a refreshing separation to a virulent and primal violation ofauspicious acts; now it's so hard to leave myself below the decks when I explode into four and leave an empty smile for their inept eyes on the last act, one by one. I've been trapped here for over one hundred years with blood, women and drink acting only vessels, begging brave friend horizon to lead us back to port with my hand bidding back up on to dreary land as it becomes clear that we sail the seas of purgatory.
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JDell
I am a neurological psychiatrist by career and a hedonist by nature: I enjoy collecting art as well as old and new literature; eating/cooking fine food; writing/reading poetry; drug experimentation; musical vehemence and avant-garde cinema.
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