| Brain Fever Beginning in the cool gray light of desire Turning to the air of motionless mind Mouth the one word. The first touch is red-hot, Dissolving new thoughts, Pushing old beliefs. Bend, twist, prick 'til it hurts and bleeds. The inner soul has no more to give. Imagine the flesh tones of new earth for it will never exist for us. Christa Midcap 9-7-01 |
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