Thursday, 2 August 2012

effigy is something
warm is something without walls
anyone’s skin is everything, the colour of it
the grain that’s worn
in this room
and that
one light bulb is something
burnt hair is on it
everything that fell from you
is what this is, through
eyes and noise, the
vellum that coats the walls
terraforming is something
goad slowly to lighted
opening over
alighted is over
lacquered is
obdurate is
lighted over

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