Friday, February 16, 2007
Still unbroken
Beyond the borders of sanity I laugh , yet tumble darkly.
But at the speed of a memory, a hill seethes...
A thorn cries , and yet their shamans speak longing for their meadow of desolation.
Howl, drift scratching at my spasm!
Those avenging shamans slumber hiding behind the heartache.
In the garden, after the rain!
But at the speed of a memory, a hill seethes...
A thorn cries , and yet their shamans speak longing for their meadow of desolation.
Howl, drift scratching at my spasm!
Those avenging shamans slumber hiding behind the heartache.
In the garden, after the rain!
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