Contortion in the wind
Silent sting and
Metal hiss
Stasis reminds you
Of your starvation
Hollow
Hauled into the
Air and sprung
Aloud
Bitter dew of that
Morning lust light
Waiting again
It is the arrow once that
Strikes your design
Subside
Going, going ... gone!
Thursday, 12 March 2009
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