in god played undeath skips wildly disintegrating
tulips
sighing from the curtain of stars
hung loose
and laughing indescribably
immortal, f
o
r
tuitous of immobile light: a coma
from within belches the overlong trench of mucous silky
a
n d festering. in my mortal stillness
clasp the cold birds of winter, wings magistrating the currents
of first frost and
L
i
E
Nov 16, 2010
Nov 16, 2010 at 1:40 PM UTC
in god played undeath skips wildly disintegrating
tulips
sighing from the curtain of stars
hung loose
and laughing indescribably
immortal, f
o
r
tuitous of immobile light: a coma
from within belches the overlong trench of mucous silky
a
n d festering. in my mortal stillness
clasp the cold birds of winter, wings magistrating the currents
of first frost and
L
i
E
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