Sunday, May 20, 2012

Observers and Thinkers

I must remove
any sort of arbitary bandage
to be able to
radiate, with the heat of stone.
.
Before stuck by plotted schemes,
The day ignites columns of gas
to dramatize the festival.
.
Poetic toil starts today,
Things alter in carnivorous landscapes,
The reigns of midnight rain oozing the treasure into the embalmed thighs.

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