Thursday, May 13, 2010


It occurs to me, I've murdered you so many times in my mind you've become unreal to me.
An Abstract.
A Goddess.
An immortal Diane, whom I looked upon naked
and now
the dogs of myown bitterness bite at my heels.
I fear I will be rent and devoured.

You've been a cheap idol.

In a reverie I did the impossible and burned your temple to nothing.

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