Allow me to invite you to wonders at the Zoo
none of it has been seen before, most of it secret
however, all of it alive and thriving
this Zoo holds soul-maggots, an old species
living in narrow crevices called circumstances
the entrances to lives and fates for humans
yes, even to death, to crimes and murders
The merry-go-round sun passes by the deep crevices
blinded to these white maggots it moves away
however, the dead-faced moon seeks them out
feeling the belonging it cloaks them in its spooky silver
white on white, dead on dead, this circle never ends
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Originally Posted On Site: 2010-02-17 12:22:57
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