Tuesday, July 14, 2009

i've reached the end of my
day
with only horror eating my
insides.

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how many rivers will flow
out of me
before i get delivered from
You?

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images cascade before my
eyes
and then there's a sudden
nothing,
that's when your presence
empties out of me.

1 comment:

Anonymous Poet said...

Cathartic.