The Willows

Sep 26, 2006 08:23

Barricaded in my resounding chamber, removed from the key of intimate introductions of dissolved gases to the circulating medium. The songs have only themselves to sing to sleep during our period of partial darkness.
The peritoneum retains the final imprint, a fat 400 degree swirl along this framework of irregular connective tissues. Pre- and postmortem share a plot of land in the framework of the temporal, meld together and create the capacity to return to a previous shape after deformation.
Encapsulated within the unrestricted echoes of the mind, your coffin endlessly slamming quietly shut.
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