the generous science. the incredulous resolve. of the diseases that make us who we are.
the yellow moon on its cradle of clouds. the sparse harvest that flesh allows. hunger is both a medium and an art.
the loose skin that we use as guideposts and catalysts. the awful chemistry of want. threading like a screw through the deepest bowels. the measure of humanity in the smallest voice. the unravelling moment that boasts no end.
a certainty of conditions. the narrow angles. of sweat and blood.
as we die again.
these hollow epiphanies. draw their maps on empty coffins.
a scarcity of ghosts among an abundance of impossibly haunted houses.
Wednesday
3/26/2014 12:51:00 AM
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