These cathedrals sunken in the architecture of the chest! Heart-aches and minarets of wish! Forgetting everything in an attempt to remember myself....
How cold the palace is after the furniture burned. That bonfire of couches! The ceiling hovers lower with its thumbprint of smoke.--
Blood covered the jewelry chest; sapphires licked thin bloods. Pearls, their opalescent charms not desiccated-- enriched even by the lined flow of
blood holding each white globe from beneath as delicately as a child's eye floats in its reddened eyelid, dripping, dripping, dripping....
From the collection "Ascent"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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