Mad Perfume & The Fire Giants

Sanguine the lass yelped out over wonder
The growing thunder that is their voice answered in rumble
    "The state of satisfaction
        Is death and not true living.
            Suffer your fasting insolence!"

The enormous crowds pulsed aggressively gathered upon the mountains
In the valleys they waved out and flashed white at sun-under

    "The light of base mechanics revolves
        Like the many blades of the meadow waft
            I see you shine before me in the winds of time."

Was it drums after lightning that summoned then the rain hereafter?
Was it the eclipse or the tearing of a tent flap, earth quaking?
To make some space and offer an answer, the yelp is a question
    'What is this mad notion of watching where you step?
        You say that you might squash something...
            You see, I am too small for that."

Bringing her up to his face
Gently through the air she went
Cupped in his hands:
    "You see, it is like the smell of perfume in your youth.
        You can not trade it.
            You can not talk about it."

He let her go in the garden maze to wander
To see through your eyes the life you lead
To know what can not be bought.
To hear a silence where the answer lies under.

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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