Thursday, September 18, 2008

Sept. 2 2008

Time is strange lately
the hooves are mouthing hot on the french horizon
Green drips of terror eat a the fragile ageing mind
Iceicles forming around the edges
Pencil scribbles darkness lines
the edge of something beautiful
the edge of despair
Dreams and requests from the almighty,
the infinite universe,
the unknown,
The burial

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