Saturday, March 10, 2007

a spiritual destruction where
the innocence of dream ethnography
has been broken and collaged; it falls
completely and the heart
of a doll remains.

her voice like raw meat,
writhing faintly;
her body entangled
in destruction.

she is a prisoner still and wild,
a deified dark rumor.

the perplexity of night
is savaged, illuminating
a life without form.

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