Men in Beauty eat their eyes in strange chambers unknown
While little girls dragonfly for tranquils fool told,
A crawling leaf might find itself strung out upon the grass,
But I for one still believe the sun has not turned black.
I could have eaten merrily the moon periling sky,
But that I have smoke quenched myself
I am barren and dry
Oh, cataclysmic waterfall with sunken eyes that mew,
If I was your kitten, I would be licking you…….
Photograph by fervent-adepte-de-la-modeHire An Editor