Wednesday, March 02, 2011

Breathe


As the vacuum of
eons desiccate your being,
tossed bruised, armageddon
of terrifying, plastic vitality…

In perpetual regard
for the sanguine alliterations,
immersed deep down; tense
coagulated plurality of love…

When crimson petals
seethe in lurid terror woven
of passive inquiry, resistance
aborted in pregnant sighs…

Breathe…

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