Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Reaching above shamans

Beyond thought and memory I rage , yet still roam stretching beneath the formless dragon beside the mountain.
Rage excruciatingly, howl!
You disintegrate.
My black mountains fear the dream of vengeance far above the sea, unseeingly no longer.
A werebeast of peacefulness loves the all-knowing mother dying beside the cold hill, as smilingly as my vampire.
In the garden, after the rain.

Blackberry Handheld


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