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Wednesday, August 8, 2012

photos of spiders and teardrops: several pictures of an incomplete Suite


Stars tremble, sick with the Air, all sticky stenchy
from the foreign Voices' echoes.

The Stars' stares fill my eyes with teardrops' Souls 
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   little spider, little spider, 
       who did you say issued your permit to saunter 'cross his face 
        in Night's deadspace,
        to drag your stringy ink toy,
             (slicing designs you think will heal the Stars' pain)
        Have you the slightest idea of the cost to this earthly person's
         Mind?
          You can't see him now; he has run, 
           trailing screams maniacal, into his fresh plastic bubble;
            his mother calls, tries to tempt him with his past delicacies,
            her breasts heave madly from her fearful flight
              (the fierce battle to pierce his tent has cost her dearly -
                 we all hear her weep)

How will he reach the fire-diamonds now? 
Will the bubble move according to his will?
 Have you stolen his will, sneaky spidey?
  Have you trampled his Soul again?
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Their pain cuts through me; tis unbearably heavy;

The Stars' stares fill my eyes with teardrops' Souls
The Stars' stares fill my eyes with teardrops' Souls
teardrops Souls
every teardrop holds a moving Soul, aLive
aLive
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to be continued, possibly here in the phantasmagory
I don't know what it's about either; perhaps we shall discover together -
thank you for your visit - lonely times here frighten;
please return soon, won't you?
I think Mars may explain, at least in part...
oh, silly! no worries; tis only all in fun
entering your mind-mine...see?

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