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.   
at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Zarathustra and Heraclitus: Always playing with camels and fire in the desert

 Only the desert can appease the craving for fullness, only the fire can appease the fear of darkness, only the strongest camels can cross m...