Ballerina

Man-in-the-middle,
Delirious and discontented;
Homebound voyager,
Severing the wings of isolationism.

Love, what lay in red ribbons,
Scattered on the shore;
As Gabriel drops
Every unclean bird,

And in the sea they scavenge,
Coalescing and migrating
Towards the seven winds of Caesar.

Triumvirate;
Howling towards Heaven,
With a little horn;
Dancing perpendicular to one,

With the Loch Ness,
Dabbling in her magic,
In purple silks;
Serenading Satan’s seed.

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