The god I have seen.

In Uncategorized on March 18, 2009 at 9:37 pm

I sister a genius, blind and biological.
Her body a many blossoming stem,
The most beautiful of which is

Beauty brother, out in thick or thin air.
Mouthing at the sharp tack of living,
He never cried, he was always

Crying mother, full of mind and forgetfulness.
Grasping at the last bits of a girl
Dark red as wine, scared as

Laughing. At 30 he had laughed out 3 of us.
He runs through us like sand
And ends in our blowtorch eyes.

  1. So Visual. Even through my blowtorch eyes.

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