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Thursday, July 15, 2010

A little lead toy soldier on a mantelpiece.
An intense look at it takes aim with its toy gun.
Tears stream down the hollow inside.
Tears of lead.






















Tinnitus.
Vaguely, the sound of conversation drifts through the walls
warping into white noise a second later
Tinnitus. It continues.

A reassembled anatomy.
Heart in the mouth;
Heart on the sleeve.
Ice in the veins;
Fire in the chest.
Freak!

Tinnitus continues, air changes its very substance
A goo. Viscous. Suffocating.
No attempt to get out.
As the last golden leaves of the malleorn falls, the green mound remains in the woods of Lothlorien.

Then comes the Rhododendrons.
Their eerie beauty, with a skirt of mist
a wig of vivid blooms
and wild cologne.

Wenky
1:15 PM
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