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There’s no way out of here alive With molten fever consuming my fraying mind Bound fragile to flesh cast cog Bound to sprocket and brittle bone This hollow machine I call my own Harbors both frontline and buried home Thickly sick in uncertain, clogs A riddled complex bleached with textureless rooms Where, scrawled white, scribbled deep, the walls sputter Void of voice and prop yet choked with clutter None window, none door, save intangible lover Offering both belief of choice and doom Her name wanders worlds to haunt my lips But only death and delusion come to meet my kiss There, splashed and splayed through blistering ash Dripping sparks from horizon’s blazed ceiling I’m thrown ‘gainst the frame, my heart reeling So the earth holds me to the floor, both of us bleeding I, within, myself, side foiled folds and crass Lo, her silent beauty weeps and screams Siren! Angel! Demon! ; So I’m Pygmalion’s craze And her, his pride to leave me razed Then I, her bird, braves her play and blade That carves my fall through trap-rapt dream For her and I, on wings; hopes tried, To wake and break us out alive.
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Mar 9, 2011
Mar 9, 2011 at 10:06 AM UTC
In (26) Sightlines; Condemned and Confined
There’s no way out of here alive With molten fever consuming my fraying mind Bound fragile to flesh cast cog Bound to sprocket and brittle bone This hollow machine I call my own Harbors both frontline and buried home Thickly sick in uncertain, clogs A riddled complex bleached with textureless rooms Where, scrawled white, scribbled deep, the walls sputter Void of voice and prop yet choked with clutter None window, none door, save intangible lover Offering both belief of choice and doom Her name wanders worlds to haunt my lips But only death and delusion come to meet my kiss There, splashed and splayed through blistering ash Dripping sparks from horizon’s blazed ceiling I’m thrown ‘gainst the frame, my heart reeling So the earth holds me to the floor, both of us bleeding I, within, myself, side foiled folds and crass Lo, her silent beauty weeps and screams Siren! Angel! Demon! ; So I’m Pygmalion’s craze And her, his pride to leave me razed Then I, her bird, braves her play and blade That carves my fall through trap-rapt dream For her and I, on wings; hopes tried, To wake and break us out alive.
Original work and credit to Andrew Robinson – 03/09/11
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Mar 9, 2011
Mar 9, 2011 at 10:06 AM UTC
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