| Born in the land of endless faces ashbreaths and cold fusion buried in empty names deriding cleft shadows we fend ourselves away from the skinsloughing sky unslaked and riven by this misspell, dispelt on a riderless wane we moon wander meander till open eyes release our cinctured selves orbless and resurgent we travel untrammeled over the edge of sun |
| Resurgence |
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| Copyright � 2008 by Sara Mazzolini (2005-2008) |