I will make myself like the Most High
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Sun gods feel Sorrow
For fields fallow
birds look past fall
and falling lives
and ripen
the sagging tits
of whore earth mother
who sucked the meat
from the fox skull
who grinned at the storm
half a sky away
in fields under neath sun
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