Like Ive Been

August 6, 2009 at 2:13 am (Uncategorized)

Fuzzy, stark, breeching the gaps my mind won’t flow in.
Those empty rivers, the gasping night
Takes its time tonight and every night.
Towards solar flames behind the eye
of an Isis bird or Osiris, his plight;
river edge demons pass,
blue lips against white.

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