Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Blood Sea

inside a
scooped out heart
a flower grows
in a digital rhythm
humming along
break neck breakbeats
of the soul
and on and on,
along the banks of rivers.
I gaze into the murkiness
of the water
at my feet and see
a gorgeous nothing
drifting among the darkness,
the nothing of greys
and blacks layered
along the stratum of silver
moonlight.  another flower
flowers here, shimmers
in the murky goldenness.

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