17 мая 2016 г., 22:44
Transformation
I shook the hand of nothingness,
pulled out of it the silhouette of afflatus;
opened up and sheltered it
deep within my chest;
and the painting spread beyond the frames;
color poured into the scarlet rivers...
of life itself,
the ones that underneath the flesh are weaving...
pulled out of it the silhouette of afflatus;
opened up and sheltered it
deep within my chest;
and the painting spread beyond the frames;
color poured into the scarlet rivers...
of life itself,
the ones that underneath the flesh are weaving...
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