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She married a smaller man with a beaky nose,

and melted away in the storm of everyday life.

Not so much a swan but a duck ling

As are all gods in the eyes of Leda

They can steal her pheasance, but never her essence

Swayed by the Hattan or Rita

A brief moment of bliss, consensual kiss

And a promise he swears to be broken

But there’s always a sway in her smile or her way

That ensnares without need to be spoken

The illusion of choice is her eye, is her voice

When even deities pray to the Pleiades

To take back the fire they stole

Before it takes its toll

And she is the dream of his soul

From swan to swan song

He the tail, she the lead

And thus the gods bleed

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Three heads vying for attention.

Wondering which is the most attentive, the most loyal,

The most loved.

Guarding the door with a devotion unbroken

By the efforts of others; their boon is precious.

No one gets through them.

Wild, untamed, ravenous and frantic,

With a bark much worse than their bite, they seek only adoration.

Not a single soul escaped today.

Heracles may have counted them as one of his labours,

But only their mother knows the true labor

Of these three.

Eventually, the door’s luster will wane.

They cannot hold forever, but until then,

They are impenetrable.

- klastava

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-Hamas

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Whirling existence
A physical, vast, swarming
betrayal in red
-Tanis

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I am the Lear jet of horses

Odin’s Lamborghini  my hooves

rat-a-tat-a-rat-a-tat-tat

across the heavens  double beat

sonic boom boom x 2 x 2

I am your 8G connection

bearing Wisdom’s message which is

death death death death
death death death death

flashes on your screen  tweet snap text

Pony Express to your iPhone

android saddlebags mailbox full

climate change donald trump  I am

the offspring of force and treachery

galloping through diminishing ‘zone

now Ragnarok speed time light stop

Yeselson