micro cuts (amnesthesiac) wrote, @ 2003-11-13 22:13:00

Poem-ety poem poem...
Cursing midnight disturbance
Brass machine waves
The harmony of dissonance
Rasping metal staves

Organic statue shiftin’
Bending the wind
Grounded souls a’liftin’
Soothing all who’ve sin’d

Crying oil painting
Echoes shake the mire
Dearest hearts fainting
Hailin’ the deep, cold fire

Tribes beating the war drum
These wounds must heal
Golden eye must come
Prolonging the sacred zeal

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