i'll grow my veins throughout
i'll touch the crimson lips of nature -
wide
i'll move to th'sides my eyes
and see the womb of living world
fucked out
by hungry belly and the raging bosom
of the long-damned skies…
i rip my nostrils out
and put my legs
onto the wall…
so what's inside? the worldly womb?
the bottom- roofless hall??
-
that
only He can see -
who's me.
who sees through all the walls.
he(i) fucked my(him)self
and to what end?
we slowly, slowly
had to bend
or shall we have to bend?
i sleep and did not see
thyne smothrough plot
to murder me.
him too.
because he's me.
(17 января 2002, 4:09)
Hme
© Copyright: Alhora, 2002
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