Poem#2 closing the box of suffering prizes of half chewed oblivion tame the animal incensed by climbing in your magic circle veins of clear light will blow up assisting the movement of the most distant star Threaten to open your constellatory eye somnolence in a clarity ungodly tides of mortar and subdrift pave four lanes in the mitochondria alter the imaginary undersight held to a mirror without blur or blemish the neural is the tattered curtain of the empath and the gravedigger cause of the northern highrise picture of the manchild growing up he who elucidates and hallucinates sovereignty
Posted on: Wed, 19 Jun 2013 18:32:47 +0000