Sunday, July 15, 2012


“And in the spider’s belly: Bones of the butterfly.”

Flight breaks, the outer limits fade
And inner lights on thin ice slowing, undone
Beyond my eyes, like deadly infants with limbs
The frequency’s scream begins

I’d like to fall, but the infant’s mind so blind, so dimmed, forever
And mine was gone, smelling bleak, this dies
You ain’t god until hush
Say it mother, what if, hey, something’s not quite right here, may
Feed the anger, feel what made the midnight sunshine go away
Pain, pain, go away, see the game to see the day
And what was once a monster stays
and sees that nothing lasts forever…

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