May 10, 2004

Sawdust of Flesh

Talking of motion,
bizarreness is the orchestration
Trio, the perversion
And duet, the shared loneliness
But thou,
The unreal posthuman angel!
You keep the solo going
As the burning in me growing
So your rise and falls
Saw my wounds ever-bleeding...

Posted by Shervin at May 10, 2004 07:16 PM
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