Altitudinal StrongholdsA Poem by Onoma
Candles burned their encore, sent their smoky
ropes to fatigued altitudinal strongholds. They slid downward to sinners knee deep in glossy pews...combing their kneecaps to sooth a momentarily localized numbness. Body parts and parts, to parts, and parts... that are bodies that fell asleep. Flesh sleeps its church...we are the encore our candles await. Konstantinos Mark
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Added on December 16, 2011 Last Updated on November 29, 2013 Author
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