Sunday, February 18, 2007

Truths Perversions

Dancing in the moonlight gaze

My minds eye all a haze

I hear not the thump at my feet
I smell not the blood that seep

The sticky floor slows me not
I must dance and have no time for thought

All the shutters have been sown shut
No light flutters in my minds hut

2 hours cookbook at 3:45:00 AM


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