Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Notes Toward an Unhinged Manifesto vol.2

ipso facto
Stilted I walked
A twisted mass of grey
Shot through with color
At odd points
But unpainted by the flames
And untainted in their eyes
Made was I and broken
By the hands of a laughing god.

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