A Cornacopia of Surreal & Corrisive thoughts

Time seemed to drift,until it was no more. Vacant words of Love and praise. Existence only existence of a forsaken carapace. This accursed dream of trepidation when do I arise? Vilification in the waking world like Drunkards all shuffled up. Where does it all go?anxious anxieties,and monotonous blather yet silence is just as deafening. Locked in four corners, yet I witness all that is in the world. My heart has eyes and a cat to her muse. Perhaps it is infatution, as the cupid clouts but I am to the earth's vibrations on many volumes. My Darling, my exlporer of truth,writer of writers,bethinking and rich with experience you know what you feel to be true. Let it be so, as I am unlocked from the four corners. Breathtaking as you are in the light from the fireplace, a master peice in disguise.The yolk of my yearning dismantled by the embers in your eyes, smoldering wordlessly.My thirst is equal.