machined

machined

quite accidentally

i find myself

on the brink

of tears

experiencing bliss

lifting beyond intention

colors splaying

as above

so below

dancing through time

spinning

lifting higher

pulsating

many drummers

stomping

simultaneously piercing consciousness

and skin

machined

just where is it

that sacred switch

when pleasure

gets confused

with pain

aching indifferently to cleanse desire

searing memories

charcoal images

lilting

agony

dripping

come

writhing dancers drifting

into dawn

~ by francleablunt on November 6, 2009.

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