Monday, August 13, 2012

chained

chained are we. branches perspire without fists. you fight against you. you exercise nothing. strength wasted with gentle fire. nonsense makes love furiously. green nonsense and purple kiss. we are jaws devoring our forests of newborn flesh.  

 chains break flames and times into blasts of powerless arms. nonsense dances to the rhythm of iron strokes. chained we grow vaster sweeter easier than moonlights.   
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