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Portal storms,

lick a sleigh of nettle and gold.

Through royal mines,

and rank pines,

Boreas blows and blows..

The Baltic blue

where aster bruised,

foxglove on the forest floor..

Holy fowl mock in meadow and pond.

Astarte the noble whore.

Winters night,

velvet tempest unveils

bellies mauve-white with gemwine.

To a castle where

thick black mirrors stare

cold stars into Europa's eyes.

Aristocrats prepare deathmasks

for a morning heralding glass seas.

Orbital woods

under stress of storm cloud filling tree,

One night over the Baltic..

Tousled dawn

bust of Plotinus shining in arcade.

White diadems raised to spirit winds,

sharp clefts of the rarest jade..

Cliff orifices

with cool white wasp scenting an Empress face.

Sea opens to underwater palace,

as woodlife stare into a crescent bay.

Painful night,

where belladonna sings upon the wind

To baroque fires

with countryside side white

bubbling into a gartered sea,

full of impaled cormorants.

An ivory empress

throwing coronets

upon the dying eve.

Musky arms offering Gallic treasures

for pneumatic ghosts..

One night over the Baltic.

Helen stands like a witch out of water,

A cunt juxtaposed to the North

Stargazers peering past her shoulders

gilded with urchins.