The song of harlots and saints
resounds in chambers without walls
or walls of bone, smooth curvature of bone.
The stars hide behind light and a hundred
wheels spin.
Children grit their teeth, prepare to fall,
as parents demand more. Young masks
tear at the edges when ten thousand
tomorrows arrive today.
But today
there is no today, only now,
the moment of noise and lines.
11.11.09
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YTCracker's dropped a new one, chrono nurga vol. 1. Dig it. Nerd life.
