Thursday, December 31, 2009

and now you die. good





and now you die. good
riddance might be apt but
i don't have the heart. so
chisel your way deep
to be uncovered
when your tongue has turned to dust,
vocabularies
are lacking leather bindings,
tabulated alternatives are lost.
but your child lives,
i shall attend to all its nascent needs
bound
as i ever am to prospect--
to all sanguine shimmer.






and now you die. good
~noxalio~


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