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July 08, 2005
moral fiberglassing
what cloaking
lies
under the canopy?
under the textiles
of your rapture?
a smoky voice
in an empty hall
winding slowly
around your excuses
cutting off the oxygen
to the lower limbs
of your morality
and really
who cares?
the flesh
speaks a language
more forthcoming
than detours
that we create
to avoid an open door
than derailments
that we cause
to sidestep our
moral fiberglass
under a canopy
with an unfamiliar form
ceiling fan
humming
a different tune
than I
she lies with the silence
and draws breath
like the moon
asks for nothing
in the afterthought
and craves only
completion
in the trails
of comets
and fallen
stars
Posted by Drexler at July 8, 2005 05:31 PM