Friday, October 7, 2011

The smokestack
In the abandoned factory
What is the sign of desolation?
The prophecy
Not two bricks left
One upon the other--
Moving through the days
Your breath heavy--
When the pillars fall
The temple comes down
With the heaviness of a sleepless night--
You reach for the pill that cures
Through destruction
While gazing at the face of an angelic androgyne
On an enormous billboard

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