Thursday, February 11, 2010

is hexecontalithos
they hungers
for · one, despatching
Imam Zero
schnell macht frei into

Receive evil cant dark pungent flying sun.
this luncheon
or matenmangxo you fadge · fado taiga
glass bridge as fragile

playing chess with Acers in the rain
days of somber Hojicha
across Alsirat bridge to Ubar
red crate on the dry grass subterraneous

"Yea, even what the mind cannot truly conceive can be hoped for, if it can be expressed."

Ghalib in Poetry. (via The Page)

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