Words.

Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?

Monday, December 13, 2010

Break.

I was born
a stained glass
window, with
lead and
gleaming frames
I will die
a stained glass
window, shattered
into pieces
on a sidewalk
And I will be
resurrected
from a stained glass
nothing to
a godless
mosaic.

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