That one love affair
that one romance
of maker and muse both light and dark,
dreadful and dreary
yet remembered
solely as rituals
of runaway dragons
hunted to extinction
by seekers of oblivion;
a single night
of passion posthuman
ending as but another dream
of poppyfields
sown to the horizon

 - a garden of unearthly delights.
Life, love, liberties
and the mundane world;
Lost beyond veils of smoke

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