3.23.2013

beast of daylight dwelling

green, velvet smeared

violets crushed by

molded breath.

another nail

another step

rushing aimless through

cemetery light

for to show them all beauty

for to show them all pain.

the horror of existence is the same as that which

we perceive as beauty.

the horror of the exercise

is the same as the image of its fruits.

the light points, the motors

all lend themselves to translucence.

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