Daily Archives: July 7, 2004

God is a Lonely Whore

I am so in love although I have never seen; my eyes are full of things my heart denies me: colored visions wrought in the language of amour, the word made flesh in the weak metaphor of wretched, babbling men … Continue reading

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there is a poem

there is a poem that i will never write down; words cannot hold it. there is a poem that cannot be recited; it escapes like breath. there is a poem in every simple movement; it is verse, set free. there … Continue reading

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