<span class="right-menu">Hardy is the soul these lines address Ars infinia bona fide ex infernis Never afraid again, even in strange tongues Do we listen to each other's grimoires Woman-to-person exploring accumulated dents <span class="right-menu">"Dulcimer" spelt out swinging by way of leaves turning As the foundation is lain at Hermes' feet; thieving to and fro Innumerable coarse sweats of internalized work scourging insecurities Parading in honor of victoriously-experienced submission; Clasped together during smiling aftermath <span class="right-menu">Are they all I seek to know? Certainly not, though they can beat me to it or with it Whilst I appreciate each and every impact or compliment Governed within the tropes of thread and curative sodomy; There expires the need to wait, such that torture may now envelop <span class="right-menu">Glassed shreds of winnowing adjutant masculinity I seek to purge the concomitant stones so that reeds may find a river runs through me Setting ablaze this ill-appointed conveyance and reborn as a diabolical repulsion Of assignment dreaming only of the messes I will enjoy shifting under my thrall Barreling through pews to the dulled beat of a thousand suffering hearts <span class="right-menu">Moving beyond pleasure Prancing beyond anyone Aiming to imperil everyone Bowing to their guiding hand Duly and dutifully opening wide for my future </span> ![[03_large.jpg##bgimg]]