In the aftermath of nothing

 

 

How arms are no longer waitresses, pomegranate not being husked and eaten

 

Sweat in the musk - terra to nova

 

(people who live for oil die for oil)

 

[Are you a medicant of reason?]

 

Our sweat mixes an idea of corridors…

 

How to be alone continues to be a mystery waiting for emotion

 

 

 

©2008 wfairbrother

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