Friday, December 3, 2010
Wriggling between drops and waves
Come sacred verses
Sanctified in blood and death
With lies and love hidden, camouflaged
Crisscrossing lines of fate and destiny
Come bloody words
Shrouded in veils and wreaths
With thorns and myrrh wrapped, perfumed
Preening through pride and moss
Roll stony silences
Encased in poems and smoke
With polish and finesse swathed, draped
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