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blackmoons of painternity

"Nothing begins, and nothing ends,
That is not paid with moan;
For we are born in others� pain,
And perish in our own."
�Francis Thompson

a phalange of ploughing in palmar parallelisms- these
feverishly arid emery fingertips.. comb in synergy over
pretty unworked cheeks ...in a circular pondering motion

� � � to rest abrupt over compressive pressures �of an
unsmiling zygomatic arch in a long comatose dormancy..

� �-causal of the sturdy pressing brake of a steely minded
trapezial artiste' wrist~ bone gymnasiast.. over the cheeky
coldening numbness in guard by the mandibular hitlerists
hardliners in rigorous waits of a monotonous sterility...

those sliding fragile fingertips of forgotten hummings.. burn
with tucking in pains of a swollen hyponychial stiffenings..in
no more easy flown minglings �of a fluidic specie it has been

-now made a difficult mound of a hardened chaos.. as islands
of stigmatic barriers.. inner hungering with a peeling nakedness
laying inside out as a wanton beauty for a brutally pressing pain

trying hard under the dimming twilights... to untie those tangling
haphazard twists of a mountainously hermetic~ existential knot-
sweaty skin~tight inner skirts.. as slender leaning forward earnest
index works in sync with thumbing boldness.. only to be falling in
slippery pages of a repetitive failure, & in process worsely pinching
themselves in an emptiness of endlessly frustrating tries in defeat

palish anaemic lunulae half-moons eat & erode to an impoverishing
nullnes, in a gushy debouching cry out of fulvous rusting turbid tears
scumming indelibly dark as eternal rooting pains of deep melancholy