6. it was good (the fluid emptiness of form, the swift-flowing darkness, the longing of day for night and night for day, their ephemeral froth fused as electric sex of dawn and dusk)
5. it was good (the shell of soil, the transparent lifeblood, the ubiquitous musk of infinite sky they fling spiraling, smoking promises, hopes, fears, panged sobs)
4. it was good (the ossified crunch of earth, the calm and hysteric sea, the vegetation damned to wither and die, wither and die as roots grow stiff in reason, hardened by season)
3. it was good (the scattering of eyelet lights, the subtle winter frost, the dissection of light, dark, spell and position into a cycling mirror of feigned lucidity)
2. it was good (the soaring spread of wings, the underwater cities, the particles of flesh and flavor made matter as ourselves, to finally puncture an everlasting peach-armor)
1. it was good (the wandering woman hesitates in front of crumbling plateaus, locked-in dreamy and dead. silently she whispers, “a moment of clarity.” she laughs.)
it was all very good, and it was all very sad.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
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