Circumstances




Decadence dripping from the corner of your clubmaster
Hardly blending into a Sunset Boulevard summer
These tribulations embraced me like kintsugi 
like velvet ribbons, flowery gowns, lace chantilly 

Powdery women and pompous men 
Their voices were nectar and ambrosia:
"Armageddon punishes the realists, 
for hedonists died in euphoria" 

The world churns on counter-clockwise
Hector, Paris, Sisphyus, Oedipus: 
Stuck in our blessed roles and circumstances 
To save the dragon, I must slay the princess

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