there were smooth stones along the shore, rounded stones we hid beneath. the sea breathed out salt and we were sick with mouthfuls. there is the island, so haunting, so mystical across this gulf. the mountains hold aloft the snow, oh the weight of these snows

SPIN SPIN SPIN

ROTATE

FORWARD

snow and rain and sun and wind and cold breath turning into mist as it leaves the mouth everything you see here is a dream i have long ago grown sick of, snow and salt and wind and sun
his voice is crystal, broken sideways, this and that, a thousand words, spoken at once, a million throats all saying one word, in unison, in terror
the neck stretches to accomodate, to fit through waves, and men and areoplanes, to fit through beasts and weapons and death..... all gods squeak, now silent against the backdrop of their own echo, silent now, silent still
you see and say in twilit cabins all you ever felt you must, and say again how you would howl , rage unbent against the iron gateways, shake and rattle violently, thrusting ever against the metal, falling down , blood on the stone

in time, in night wings with feathers cut through the air. they slap against arms, against shoulders, partng they are gone with backward glances that leave scars around the eyes

you turn on me . i see fear and contempt on your face. only, i am the waves on this ocean. i am the ocean i am the salt. i am a collage of cut-up images. pieces of things that fit snugly together

SEE-THROUGH SKINS WE WEAR LIKE LINGERIE. THESE PRETTY FOLDS AND FLAPS OF SKIN. REACT AND INTERACT. THE CREDIBLE SUSTAINS AND FALLS LIKE SMALL SLIVERS OF MIRROR, EXPLODING FROM THE WALL
battling destiny, crimes and ruins, violate, over-ride, yet ruled by much stronger hands
battling destiny, crimes and ruins, violate, over-ride, yet ruled by much stronger hands battling destiny, crimes and ruins, violate, over-ride, yet ruled by much stronger hands
you may die... you may live..... but only once, you say, to be that poetic thing you dream of, that sweet and beautiful creature

MY LIFE IS LIVED IN FEAR OF MIGRAINES I Can'T FIND ANYTHING AT NIGHT AND SO I WILL FINISH LOOKING FOR ANYTHING ANYMORE

ALL IS AS IT WAS ALWAYS MEANT TO BE. IN FIELDS OF CORN THERE ARE CIRCLES OF CHAOS AND MISUNDERSTANDINGS. THE SCARECROW SEEKS A FIRE TO LIE UPON. BLIND INTELLECT

HE IS CARVED IN WIRE AND THE DRIED HUSKS OF OLD PLANTS HE SMOULDERS. HE BURNS SO WELL  NEVER IN LIFE IS THE ONE SOUGHT AND NOT THE OTHER

THE TREES KNOW THE TRUTH. THEY HAVE WATCHED FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS, MOTIONLESS WATCHING. TELL ME I AM IN NEED OF AN ANSWER. I THROW IT ALL AWAY  AND RETURN HOME

MY LIFE IS LIVED IN FEAR OF MIGRAINES I CNA'T FIND ANYTHING AT NIGHT AND SO I WILL FINISH LOOKING FOR ANYTHING ANYMORE

ALL IS AS IT WAS ALWAYS MEANT TO BE. IN FIELDS OF CORN THERE ARE CIRCLES OF CHAOS AND MISUNDERSTANDINGS. THE SCARECROW SEEKS A FIRE TO LIE UPON. BLIND INTELLECT

HE IS CARVED IN WIRE AND THE DRIED HUSKS OF OLD PLANTS HE SMOULDERS. HE BURNS SO WELL  NEVER IN LIFE IS THE ONE SOUGHT AND NOT THE OTHER

THE TREES KNOW THE TRUTH. THEY HAVE WATCHED FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS, MOTIONLESS WATCHING. TELL ME I AM IN NEED OF AN ANSWER. I THROW IT ALL AWAY  AND RETURN HOME

MY LIFE IS LIVED IN FEAR OF MIGRAINES I CNA'T FIND ANYTHING AT NIGHT AND SO I WILL FINISH LOOKING FOR ANYTHING ANYMORE
and he scoops dry dust, quickly, in handfuls,, casting it backwards both brothers stained with blood
mad for attack, ecstatic in rage, these stunning blows, pounding in the storm, cut dow, both killers, and dead
so fiery- to suffer this
sleep, sound jailer............................................enough, this will be well
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