Sunday, March 29, 2009

March 28th, 2009

You beat leeches against the ground
As I
Stretched glowing spirits in their gravesites.
We seduce heavy bones in the night.

These luminous impressions under the mist,
Dark and dazzling near the fog,
You converse with murky hands above the slime,
Bright under their gravesites.

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