Friday, July 29, 2011
copper like a drip of a grecian spear
on fire, the womanly scripture
voice of a thousand early birds
she is looking at you
expectant of the future
with no eyes but the eyes for you
and no lips
but the ones that posses a hunger
to never be alone
amazon of the sea you have neutralized me
I am a conquering hero of the tomb
threw cat gut and whirlpools out to feed
like an eternity I am a password
so I am a saint.
god of so many.
so I can heal you
with my hands...
it's been light out here for days now
there does not seem to be a sun
just green and the colour
to haunt all lives
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