Friday, January 13, 2012

Tempo Consecration, Consecutive Subdivision.

Linguistically stricken,
hard tongue hath broken
in two by the raw cutting
of saw, meal, and bone.
In the morrow we shall
choose the propaganda
towards glimmering
sailboats killing the
Last divide of smugglers
chives, unsealing envelopes,
reading the manuscripts
of forlorn glove-like children.

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