8.10.2010

Hollow // Bones

inarticulation in absence of open 
communication: this is my body, this
 is my blood. exertion seems overrated
 when there is only a bed of nails to
 rest hollow bones beneath (above
 the carcass of consciousness, of 
unsolicited  importance). your 
pretention passes through me like 
lazy light bulb luminance.

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