posted on April 27, 2015 at 11:36 pm
weedy river

weedy river

princes and horses

your father  departed

the bent strings ooze a sound of dismay

modulating slowly

the corridor still empty

with a gongs backwards rush you appear here the day

eo hippus woman

dam of delirium

into the sonic silk of your lay

i master my copy

i watch for the azimuth

arrival archival arch-rival will stay

elaborate your weaving

the threads of our lifetimes

spinning pure gold instead of this grey

the swans in the lake surge

the moon in the sky cracks

so what does it matter whatever i say..?

 

 

 

 

 

9 Responses to “styx”

  1. avatar
    Cath | 28 April 2015 at 8:22 am #

    gold….
    the sonic silk of your ley…….
    arrival archival arch rival will stay

    Word master….. weaver.. this one potent alchemy from the lair of there

    a new release coming?

    Blessings Mr Steven, hope to chat soon if that is ok? <3

  2. etta
    etta | 28 April 2015 at 8:33 am #

    Slyx. Does dei sees me or does me sees dei? Hippy ae io ae ai.

  3. avatar
    garrattjohn | 29 April 2015 at 9:11 am #

    le grand illusion

  4. avatar
    andy | 29 April 2015 at 11:05 pm #

    kilbee wuz ‘ere!

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    MarlaRobbinson | 30 April 2015 at 11:52 pm #

    “eo hippus woman”?

    That gives me pause for ponder.

    I have to say I though this post was some sort of warped tribute to Dennis DeYoung. Met him once at a PBS fundraiser. Not a pleasant guy to be around.


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