Astounded and consternated
That pictures, still vivid in my head
Run themselves through my heart
Bloody and tainted on the ceramic floor
A sight to be seen indeed
flooded with scent and my anamnesis
It is wanting and languishing thoughts
That surface and effervesce

Caving seems unevitable
And your lips are parting as we speak
Terribly iniquitous, not caring if I perish
You were ions ago but have risen from the dead
paroxysm of burning calefaction
That I will not allow
Cannot allow to overtake me...

And I dread and I hope
And I try to focus in on what is real

03/20/2003

Posted on 03/21/2003
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