Wednesday 7/11/2012 12:00:00 AM

manic blackboards. drunk with chalk. the end of the world is quiet. three footed rabbits in a race against the tortoise. simple pencil marks. dig the graves deep enough. silent clowns spoil the cirucs that was her heart.

soft moons orbit the planet. lost in her gravity. the char of her flesh. an eager. quiet song. unwilling to forget. the witches and the woodsmen. who led her into the forest.

paper emperors in their missing robes. these sheets aflame with brittle promises. naked kings tempt the throne. the clutch of darkness stubborn and wordless.

tracing gods on onion skin. sparse outlines too vast for ink. bleating lambs tempting the math. progress is decimals. purpose is random.

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