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Enlightening the Decadent
Sweeping up fallen
seeds
from Gods holy
sowing machine,
threading fabric
through skin
of dirt
torn and
frayed
our space splits
into dream.
worn, like a
gloved hand around
a pearled neck
this single echo
of humanity
whispers to the lounging apes
as they play with the pith,
of a pomegranate
seeds
from Gods holy
sowing machine,
threading fabric
through skin
of dirt
torn and
frayed
our space splits
into dream.
worn, like a
gloved hand around
a pearled neck
this single echo
of humanity
whispers to the lounging apes
as they play with the pith,
of a pomegranate
Published 9th Nov 2011
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