Sunday, 3 July 2011

The deeper shades of soul

In the dark room,
became isolated by refining
the deeper shades of soul.
Inside the Garden
I heard the moaning of the accuser
the roots holding it to the ground
it is kicking, complaining, it’s pounding,
and howling
it’s spitting absent in the mighty mirrors,
the unnatural fluids scraping
against the source.

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