Primitive breezes
came in a gentlemanly way.
But the dogs and the outlaw frogs
already knew the climax.
Clouds found another slope
to dump hope. Whatever!
I was about to kiss the abyss or bliss
All I got was a homeless rage with no edge.
Spirit spilled a splash of blood like in that Dexter show
ready to join some shock- treatment-solitude cult.
Hell,
some moods are never meant to be awakened.
Thy Vox 
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