Dec 12, 2005 12:31
salvation is a broken cistern in a handmade frame.
I cut the sheets into a flag, paint it red,
self-pity hangs over the doorway in.
From seven times seventy scraping knees,
blood lets, deficiencies, these are the layers of bandages,
protection from the sting.
In this great lacking,
I've. found. a way.
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