Burning the Midnight Limelight
Philosophical Ruminations on Life, the Universe, and superintelligent shades of the color Blue.
I don't usually write at midnight, but sometimes I get an idea at three in the morning.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
A Deadstar Fruit: Erasure Poem
Wind blew on the shrinking cities.
Envenomed air snapped wormwound architecture.
A world away,
before the final day,
green desire spun in darkness down.
taken from "Exitus"
by Joanne de Longchamps
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