pillars slide like rotting
corpulent silence wood no dissonance
pealing aloud bells like laughter (w)ringing
sad music into my feelings but joy in my mind
and sudden gliding essence rolling across the
taut stretches of wire blocking all from view
with sharp handles and bleeding love

my so very tattered love

11/22/2005

Posted on 11/22/2005
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