sábado, 15 de agosto de 2015

short carrot

my head;
the ankles of
a dead stranger
tied to a ceiling
beam inside a
secluded heart.
the eyebrows
falling and dancing
like snowflakes;
like god: its
arms open
to strangle the
corpses; to
squish the sin
out of a closed
a crushed
empty oyster
designing the
room of Seth.
my head;
the ceiling
fastened to the
dancing oyster
in a snowflake;
falling blind
through space;
the eye of horus
under my feet.
my name when
you stare at
the sun;
the useless eyes
will be your friends. 

truth or wisdom?

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