maza mix

Posted: 28 Apr 2012 09:58 PM PDT

A transient smile lights up a moonless

landscape, catalyzing the woes of

labour of hot arguments. A fragile

peace prevails. When the plot thickens

let me count the bodies in the domain

of a wasted god.

Meanwhile I will get an interim sunless

day to find the mystery of believers.

A bridge had ultimately collapsed.

In the panic room, no image filters.

You continue to draw the nudes of goddesses

and distance yourself from the rubble of axes.

Battle-scarred earth throws up

a severed head of a patriarch
who refused to open his eyes.

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