Purple Agony and the Rabbit

The ocean dwells on the volcanoes of well-deserved knowledge.
And yea!
Eternity fiddles with the agony of the sun’s water,
And the wind bathes in fermented abandonment.

The desert weeps with the morning’s oysters.
Listen!
Heaven quivers in refridgerated dew drops.
Might not a wet cave linger in frozen sorrow?

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