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Listen to Perfect Chaos by Richard Charles Stevens (alt_Human Suite)

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We are the perfect chaos
You and I
Ours the kind of love that only sun and moon decide
Within your arms I feel safe to confide in faith abiding
Secrets of the ancient river rising
Within your arms I feel safe to confide in faith abiding
Secrets of the ancient river rising

Have found a place where I can hide
Behind the very tallest pines
Reflected in thine energising eyes
No finer prize to tantalise remains of mournful guise
Could idolise
Yet never overemphasise a sight quite so divine

For thine is the kingdom
Eternal in wisdom
The realm of the winsome
Infernal dominion
For thine is the power
Inclined to devour
The marrow from bones
And the blood cells from flowers

We are the perfect chaos
You and I
To live and die
In fight or flight
Reminders of a bygone time
Wounds of past in atrophy
Sincerest form of flattery
Beneath the moonlit canopy
We putrefy with majesty

Have found a place where I can breathe
Walk barefoot through bridal wreath
Lianas weave to kiss the trees
And whisper of the distant seas
I walk this course with disparate ease
To carouse such antiquities
The whiskey on my lips attests
To destinies we manifest

For thine is the kingdom
Eternal in wisdom
The realm of the winsome
Infernal dominion
For thine is the power
Inclined to devour
The marrow from bones
And the blood cells from flowers
For thine is the glory
Of jutting guts gory
In chaos we reign
Over sacred terrain

This kingdom
Eternal in wisdom
Such power
Inclined to devour
The mist of all lives mysteries
Confide the fragile secret of a flower
To hear the tulips jubilate
Thine grace abiding name

Have found a place where I can love
With more than love bestows
Profound embrace in kind decay
To which each spray of sweetness owes
That you chose to slumber here
Makes mockery of numbered years
The botany of aeons reawakening in bloom
Monopoly of reasons why I stop and sigh when taking in the view

I am with you
Transcendental as we weave space and time
Into something monumental
Elemental in design
Quintessential is the breeze believed to steep each time we leap with ease
In our keep
Esteemed belief
That we need not release to breathe
We can lead the symphony
Rely on serendipity
Love hard and unconditionally
Unite our hearts in symmetry
Feel charmed and unequivocally alive
To delight the mystic river as we rise
I am with you
To the final kiss of life

For thine is the kingdom
Eternal in wisdom
The realm of the winsome
Infernal dominion
For thine is the power
Inclined to devour
The marrow from bones
And the blood cells from flowers
For thine is the glory
Of jutting guts gory
In chaos we reign
Over sacred terrain
This kingdom
Eternal in wisdom
Such power
Inclined to devour
The mist of all lives mysteries
Confide the fragile secret of a flower

We are the perfect chaos
You and I
I live to die
My blinded eyes
I give to cry
The tears your petals crystallise
For herein peerless wisdom lies
Within your arms I feel safe to confide in faith abiding
Secrets of the ancient river rising

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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