Saturday, September 01, 2007

Breathing   I am a coiled serpent Lay Aztec runes graveyard Groping child fetus with nightingale lullabies Circling the resting places as a green dew The endless stanza strings found miracles Ask, where is the trace? Where is the gate of grain? Weltering weeds lore into the fertile womb Fountain of the ever written Lily of the Valley O cursed daughters who beaten to death  We have to groove  the stamped curses Empires lied book of terror in a meadow Struck the death-belted mystery of codes I am the promise in a demonic garden   8:05 am  1/09/07 9:13:58 PM