Sunday, 3 November 2013

Cassandra Be A Mother To Spiders

The World In A Migraine Of Cassandra,
TeleVision NetherWomb For Basins Of Milkyness... Spooning Nihil,
Static And Sex To Fuzz Out The Sharp Tang Of Gnawing Floral Scents,
Lightened As Could Be While Hooked InTo The Lithe Poise For Solitude To
Brighten Ready Under,
Mouthing Emptyness To Swallow The Heavens...
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Vermilion And Saffron... Mercury Or Mercy...
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Never To Land In The Swirling UnHeard,
To Lay Trapeze WithIn Sticky Weaver Threadings,
BlindFolding The Edges Of The Pedaling Foot,
There It Be... Pushing UpOn The Ethers...
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Pulling DownIn The Embers...
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The Womb Is A Grin,
Reading To Its UnBorn,
In ReCreation's Grasp To DisTill For Amphorae...
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To Drink InTo Treacle,
Treating The Eye's Tooth...
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For It Hungers For Planets,
Not ForGiveness.






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