adjacent and unmarked

Dec 17, 2005 19:48

Time is, time was, time's past -
as a serpent's egg, these maids!
Who weaves her thread with bones
priced above their proper value?
More at your request than to please myself
I tire in the mid-day heat, without hands -
a mere anatomy.
There is never an easy way for what I am willing to keep
or for what our bones desire.
Que descansen en paz!
Key her up and throw away the lock.
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