Like feldspar containing hematite
Or quartz with traces of mica
The way
That the belly
Of the full moon
Scrapes low
Across the dark city horizon
To be torn open
By telephone poles
Chimneys
And billboards
Exposing
Glimmering fragments
Shards
From the intestines
Within
Holiness
Shining upon
The Armageddon.
About Me
- Theo Stieve
- I'm just a pirate rumbling through this thing called life. Sometimes I've wreaked havoc, caused damage or done some things maybe I shouldn't have. Then, I've also done a lot of things that I SHOULD have. Hopefully all of it balances out when I meet my end and I am either sipping the nectar of the gods (good rum I hope) or rat poison. Until then, I just write about it. Thanks if you spent some time moshing around in my blarg! If you feel like sharing, USE ME!!! It would be appreciated.
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