the thing about keyholes and forbidden fruits

at the center of every mighty light, is a tiny kernel of darkness,

and, we, being the most curious of creatures,

will stare into the light until we go blind;

until our eyes explode into blood flame,

just to see that ugly little speck,

smell that rotten infection,

hear that deafening roar,

taste that sour pit,

touch that sub-

lime

nightmare

for

       one

                orgasmic

                             moment

                                          before

                      we

                                  die.

Reviews

[EMF]

Oh Yeah. Groovy as a well played fourty five. Gotto love Keyholes. Window to the Wired.

[Emily B]

oh, yes