Oh God, It's RainingHow am I supposed to be normal through this and pass french too?
untitledthe hanging moss the half-bred (light) the half-bred spiders and the dark-wet-dirty glisten of eyes and of putrid lakes white silk (she spins, she spins her life is white) sullied white, dirty, encrusted lies (never never never) silk in looped ropes in perfect lines, perfect grids and a one-eyed spinner in the lost chorus, the slave hold, the stalactite cave (echoes I don’t speak your language) the sick pounding beat of harmony and woman-spuntitled
The Doors and WindowsAll the doors in my house are broken-- their corners torn, knobs tarnished, rusted hinges, bullet holes in my secret-holders and the rain leaks through the roof.The Doors and Windows
child of my heritageOne day you will read this in a dusty book, O Child of many nights and much life. Then you will know that in your veins run the journey of thousands who fell and who ran who jumped and who sprainedchild of my heritage
their souls on the rocks of future and the shores of history. Your courage made them walk, O Child of many
lights and many a song.
dream: stormthe window lost it's footing on the cliffs, windy, beasted rocks, and the curtains whispered over the wailing seadream: storm
"it's just a storm--
come down from there."
only the dreams, night-robeless and stark in a dead leaf shroud-- a beatless heart and it's wolf hold the rain to it's stripped- down boil.
the cry of a wolf and the sound
of the sea. nothing more.
this will help you sleep.
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feel free
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