circular corners
prismatic curves
roaring spirit
killer instinct
raging speed
tearing the wind
piercing the mist
glimpse not left
those hairpin curves
is on my nerves
those dark forests
there lies my thrust
that pricking cold
i wanno be bold
up on the hills
far ……..no bills
touching the billows and
amongst the willows
where the frosty wind blows
and frisky brook flows
oh my daring wizard take me there……….
where i can find
a violent love
in a shrilly shrive
antic mauves
and crimson blues
burning bliss
and cooling pyre
mending menace
in an inquisitive impulse
flawless soul
in chillin coal
rekindling my desires
to the eternal boundaries
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