R/e-cycling in modern Territories
A disturbing lover who tells not his name but his impulse, his appetite, his choice of object, his food-Her I shall chooseA fresh-faced one among the freshTime watchesOver all the graves it digs.At the edge of the ear:-It is I, my sleeping one!
My sleeping one is me.
We are born eaten.
Post a Comment
3 comments:
A disturbing lover who tells not his name but his impulse, his appetite, his choice of object, his food
-Her I shall choose
A fresh-faced one among the fresh
Time watches
Over all the graves it digs.
At the edge of the ear:
-It is I, my sleeping one!
My sleeping one is me.
We are born eaten.
Post a Comment