vesperation
By HiramDiaz
Fourteen lines are singing, the blurred perceptions are ringing; you crush me for disobedience. You melt over my crusting mind scourging my back, staining my time, punishing me with...fourteen lines. Forgive me, I beg you, forgive my mind's pride, to think he could love you, and meet you outside the Temple of your rigidity, and, crucify, crucify, crucify me on a cross, invisible, completely comprised, of fourteen, invisible, indivisible, lines.confused Written October 29th, 2001 © on Oct 29 2001 07:10 AM PST 10 • 0
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"Fourteen lines are singing,..."