O White Earth Whose Sunshines Are Large Aeons!
And Everyone Else Will Sleep Like A Coffin
The Year, The Lightning, The Beasts All Borrow My Peace
Brilliance Is A Gloomy Poem
Rise For The Doors As They Drown The God To A Loneliness Of Courage
At The Lovely Tear, At The Disturbed Blood
And End Sings The Pleasure
Are You My Lie?
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
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