Wednesday, January 19, 2005

    ”Militia”

A sigil of Abraxas,
crimson and indigo vap.
Tajik day.-.. Torn rim as you:
abyss ago abolish

your wry apocalisp art,
brush a wrist acrss charcoal.
And what is not stubborn slag
to this? In a furry church

orbs unspool its staining light
as a humongous rain coil
craniosophic only...

In honor of losing this
story with atolls of iron
i dug up a railgun myth.

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