She breaks the female,
in the rolling foam that crashes;
in the burning amber flashes
She breaks the female,
in the darkened veils that shatter;
in the sand and earthly matter
She breaks the female,
in the empty swollen fields;
in the sky that never yields
She breaks the female,
in the broken mountain pass;
in the hollow of a rotting ash
She breaks the female,
in the heart of a mossy stone;
in a soul she does not own
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
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