The Tao of Vampires
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The Tao of Vampires
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COSMOS by Marques de Matisse Dillard
Lost amongst the stars Black satin sheets disguise the scene Glistening sheen of expanding passion Beckoning lusts beyond the dream A sphere appears above the ocean The waves will teach her how to move Her destiny's event horizon When midnight shows her what to do The moans and sighs of photons yearning As this new sphere displays her glow With sensual moves so tantalizing To mesmerize celestial globes
Electrons sleep with both eyes open Watching for this sphere to come Crashing down on cosmic forces Annihilate and bleed `til dawn Bolts of light pulsate electric Pounding rhythms so divine With a promiscuous abandon She carelessly gives out the sign A message sent by freezing comets Reaches all the forms designed To perform a ritualistic Phenomenon of sacrifice Somewhere safe among the clusters An H-one cloud revolves alone Gently she begins condensing Until her mass creates a star The cosmos moves like rippled oceans The Universe will hide no shame The galaxies display the notions Of cold, black holes that hide in vain Holographic permutations Algorithms of the Mind Sensoria is free falling To the end of the design Through the sublime bliss of rapture Within the rays of virtual light Beyond the realm of mind and matter A neural universe resides Universe that's far from static Circulates its blood of light Motions of the bright corpuscles Keep the galaxies alive Hemispheres of neurons firing Rhythmically to frequencies Transmitting bits of information In perfect synchronicity Dead stars appear to soak in puddles To animate and disappear Beyond, into a new dimension To form another dream-lust sphere Inside the sphere a foreign object Violates black satin skies Reaping full of heat forbidden Ripping sheets until they cry This act ascends a banal practice Far ascends a carnal need It's destiny: The cosmic mountains Seduces them and then proceeds There's no way to change this rhythm There's no way to end this dance What she knows is bound to hurt her If she gives hurt half a chance Light of life among the spirals Swirling slow around the core Natural laws of gravitation And every sphere knows what it's for The gravity gives rite of entry To any form that might be near A patient being who waits for centuries Engulfs a star then disappears No haunts or thoughts of peaceful grandeur No promises of beatitude Life and death and reformation Trio nothing can elude Here, there is no big-bang theory No collapsing Universe She knows exactly what she's doing And every last time is her first
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