Thursday, December 31, 2009


My renunciations
Are as dim sum as a birth scene

A smokeless deer-headed infantry
Cradles me like the newborn
Ultramarine ground


Snail on a
Without a maker
In the corner of abandoned greatness

One day I'll stick
To the sequence of the jellyfish
Commanding from long beards

A centipede
Whether it's called a centipede
Or heaven
Prior to the final rebirth


Through the streets
The swallower of lifeforms inclines toward 
Animals corralled for slaughter

Horrific umbrella of four snakes burning

The flowering tree 

Like mixed circles rendered some persistent spoon

The flowering tree follows its convention

Condemned to the cycle of space and color

A lifeform then swallower

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