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Bend to me as you pass my way before you hold your head aloft in the skyward clouds of soft puffy silver hair. With your hands feel my decay, the weight of wrong skinned burdens, and a strong robust despair. Do not think your mercy pays for my freedom’s origin, the residue of Moses’ sin, [...]

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Previous Entry Found At: http://veritasexlogos.wordpress.com/2008/05/22/stories-told-to-be-forgotten-vii-the-intruder/ The darkness was pierced suddenly by the sliding open of the channel between Clay and the father. Inside the cramped iron maiden the thick dust could be tasted but not seen. Clay let out a choked whispered prayer for forgiveness later rattling on uninterrupted about the plethora of sins both [...]

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view previous entry at: http://veritasexlogos.wordpress.com/2008/02/07/stories-told-to-be-forgotten-part-v-a-ghost-caught-in-the-wind/ The massive bronze gates yawned like the mouth of some epic beast. The soft aromatic breath of some ancient deity pouring forth as an invisible insurmountable tide. The ghostly visitor pushed desperately against it using its loot as an anchor. The wind could not be trusted to deliver him, but [...]

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A saint wrapped in only barbed wire fence proclaiming a scorched earth prophesy Salvation, a virgin steel’s test, is the garment of her seduction. Going forth to feel her brailled softness Divine revelation, her skin’s theology, Makes exclamation rhyme with silence, My hands, her education. An embrace, God’s recompense for a failing man’s unity binds skin to skin, breast to breast [...]

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It occurred to me recently That dreams are for those who can pay the most Over a bowl of sugared cardboard And fungal toast In my sublet apartment With more rats than ghosts In the morning the sun hits the trash And the local man, who smells likes booze And lives under the over pass [...]

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