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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