And slowly washers bear me up
through the dust and into the flanks of heaven
basking in the presence of the ether
and peeling off my skin
now we are nothing
soaked in the colour of our depths
the same but the same
and so pleasurably so––
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 10:36 PM UTC
And slowly washers bear me up
through the dust and into the flanks of heaven
basking in the presence of the ether
and peeling off my skin
now we are nothing
soaked in the colour of our depths
the same but the same
and so pleasurably so––
© Helios Rietberg, December 2012
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