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Apr 09, 2010
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guns and machetes
I am afraid to love the sun too much
or death too deeply in the light
it shattered in the sleepy cadance of the last wandering star
in that moment every moment lives or dies
the moon eclipses the earth's womb
in the birth of night
as the weeping insects
voice their climbing legs
upward in the drunken trees
above the machetes and guns
the monkey hurls his bone past the gift of reason
and the night is an arrow tipped with dark poison.
or death too deeply in the light
it shattered in the sleepy cadance of the last wandering star
in that moment every moment lives or dies
the moon eclipses the earth's womb
in the birth of night
as the weeping insects
voice their climbing legs
upward in the drunken trees
above the machetes and guns
the monkey hurls his bone past the gift of reason
and the night is an arrow tipped with dark poison.
— Orphani, Apr 09, 2010
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ziggy
16 years 2 months ago
hi barry
Nordic cloud
16 years 2 months ago
Aw...aw...awesome dear Barry.
Kailashana
16 years 2 months ago
This has become one of my
Seren
16 years 2 months ago
Dear B