THE GOTHIC FLAVOUR OF MADNESS
The long, lonely streets
of time –
manic and tragic
with chimes
with chimes beating in hearts,
that lead
to the bomb shelters of dreams.
Already merged in a long
mad
kiss of death
dawns and sunsets,
as Adam and Eve once did
before parting
to Paradise.
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