| Eden Burns Black heart- Isolation has killed me Inspiration ripped from the womb; ideas aborted long before their birth. Thoughts left to decay, displayed in jars, hidden from the world preserved in the frigid air of their own abandonment. The muses whore themselves unclean, tantric goddesses promising revelation leaving filth, rank and unkind corrupted by the age of plagiarism and pornography. Drowning in a smog ladden sea where Mount Olympus once reigned supreme High art burned with old morality; what's left of teh world is grey. Souls are sold, bought, traded, all for the promise of release- thoughts destroyed- embryonic misconceptions swept under the rug hidden beside the pills and serpentine promises Eden burns. ~Vicki Somers February 10, 2003 |
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