Sunday, November 27, 2011

The expected guest (oracle)

of Man

From all sides the temple was locked, iron against stone lion. Through it she reached to tap the eye of one, through it the arm was hung.


The character in the blue-wet sky, ant for a letter. In her book were sometimes translation, perchance the buttered lip.

The 3rd Tautology

Rock or the blue of muscle, he sought resolve in light. Say him the ache of X.

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