Autistic translator

Children born in the sands of Eridan

listen to my  dementia !

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To unreveal the mystery of words 

stripped of their honeyed sweetness.

Let yourself be swept away 

by the dizzying  flight 

of those birds of darkness 

spinning in the clock's lies .

Hologram reflecting on the inner workings...

Intricate labyrinth of madness ,

illuminated by the spark of an artistic enigma.

Perhaps the blossoming of an autistic drama...

Each whisper of creativity  ,

trebble clef to a forgotten dream 

of ups and downs elephants flying 

in a marzipan  sky of duplicity...

 Do you remember those cherubs 

in the breadcrumb cottage of endless noon  ?

Time traps us in a sepia-toned caprice of amber.

And we shall be  alone ,sensing  the echo 

of a mute piano ...

 And as the hours of ember  call us 

to the abyssal repose ...

I absconded a porcelain doll filled with stardust

to flee  the obsessive carroussel 

of Peter Pan's nuptial nightmare ...

slashed  from that ghostly obsidian 

 of a lipless  scream ...

 who is this stalker lurking on crime boulevard ?

 Before the translator comes to its senses

and  let there  be silence forever ...

 Angels of Eridan  you are nothing 

but fallen  infants...