Anti mortem
To recall The ornateness of the guitar The hand Reaches out for a knife And gets bogged down In the Earth A woman Flows out her shapes In the sand glass The line: Time, deaf, like a belfry… Reflects all the shades of her Inflamed flesh To rid itself of the parting The throat fills Up to the eyes With the Crescent moon Collapses with its chessboard Underneath the figures Leaves hunger to smoulder On the bosom Of the Virgin in Labour The rumble Dancing under the feet Of the flames stretches with steel balls Out into infinity Where the God Like wildering avalanche Is hiding behind the mica Of his Commandments Fills with obedient insects Pages of Existence With ploughed-up reversed Innocence of To-be… * Written March 25th, 2002 © on Mar 24 2002 10:43 PM PST 0 • 12
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"To recall..."