Today

The ruins of a stone temple

expired deity

 

In the remote desert

I limply follow

a black raven

 

gigantic stones

fall like rain

the grass dissolves

in the sticky blood

the raven is dead

 

In the projection hall

of my brain

someone is crackling the wrapper

 

the rain becomes…

 

February 2^nd, 1995

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