Ossein

The merovingian

Ossein
It hurts to watch my mind limber
When the hex cannot be reached
Where can I atone?
The ache leaches and grows

I look through unconscious eyes
Down from the pillar
I am God in my dreams
Beautiful in the mirror of sleep

Blocking the window of divine
Devoid of liven quality
Whose breath is artificial nature
The nest is emptied

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