Tuesday, 9 February 2010

Steeplechase in a microwave


Nearly everybody infected
by the death march of the elite.
I saw the last wings vanish
in an electro magnetic box,
the wires too fragile to hold it together,
too complex to
comprehend their immanent proportions.
The Pair got lost in a thousand posible movements
inside the nerves of pure divinity,
the wide open mind.

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