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Sunday, May 1, 2011

Vox Sola

the ghost of an insect
red tears on the horizon
fear everywhere
and the language
of arsonists.

i want just what you said
i want

just what you said

god's hammer
god's eye
divides by infinity
and renders everything
to nothing.

the consolation of lightening
star within star
the power of these hearts
the bite of a pitiless god
automatic dreams

and i don't want anything from you
i don't want anything

i am collapsed
like a buddhist catastrophe
brooding over lack of want

lamented void
of clandestine lamented void
of the solemn

god is a signal
fading into a magic puzzle
with a template cut of flesh and words
patterned on a rising spiral
into nothing
and everywhere

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