Garden Clockwork

Stage I - 01:00 - 15:00: My heart in her hand passed the clasp of pain incynical lowlands set to lacerate my veins, burning akin to penal arteries roused in loss of emboldened skylines braced with the cross; closing my eyes to dream of crow-black skies and a white empty throne of fathomed cries with horror stalking bilious fogs in my visions, lost to mists and stoppled stoneddecisions. Stage II - 15:00 - 30:00: I licked the spittle from her cheeks in wry, drifting back to the virtue of a glorious high that sneered the sting of a dissociative target, drowning in my past on a grief spoken argot; though the blurred and shifting moons passed we moved like vagabonds snow-blind in craft, shifting in cracked mirrors, tasting bitter wines of golden grapes grown from hedonist vines, spared for the graced souls of ruinous scourge, poured from mantras that chanted notes with dirge. Stage III - 30:00 - 45:00: Inertia plagued the ledgers of my mental seraphim that orchids swept in a whirl of lust broken grim, pleasuring seasons with gardens of verdant baths as we chased vehement suns across circular paths, breathless in pestilent winds that blew with sin across silent lips as she spread her misled grin; brushed in a hallowed keep was her virgin hand, suppressinggreed across malevolent desert sand, patient and snuffing like a creature of the moon in dish-born orchids that swept to bend silver spoons when my seed passed through her fruitful lips and my stimulation basked in thebejeweledeclipse about boughs of a serpentine shot disguise surmounted to the pleasures of a bitter paradise. Stage IV - 45:00 - 60:00: Lurking in the fragrance of vagrant banished trees, descending from ardent rage that tore paradise free in spanned gardens swelling with behest terrors, whiplashed in another fall from full-bloodedcellars, half-naked in a crescendo of insanity torn grace, storming through carnal winds by a pilgrim's taste; bewitched in the wracked notes of lysergic song in a Seraph knelt state from a deep red throng; reigning at heightened pleasures of a ruling bow in deep vocal feasts coronation fell 'neath me now, sighting perverted virtues in the rights of vice behind my glittering mask of sanity saving to suffice desire staining verdant wire throughout my soul in the exultation of fornicating scents in control. Thus, clockwork.