March 2012
2 posts
Pure, Disguised Putridity
I search for divinity, wheel towards trivial instinctivenesses, those that haunt me in my sleep gain gigantic weight then lengthen in abrupt mania during daylight… The first hours of open-armed dusk, then the merciful succeeding of dawn wondrously undercover this upcoming wreckage; none of the putrid quality permitted to leak through, only the soothing sound of birds going about...
