Spaceman In Arcadia
post-apocalyptic musings from the edge of reality
Friday, June 13, 2008
Moonburns
The sun burns like a copper fire in the late evening sky.
Dryness, asphault and children play in the streets.
The uncontrolled and ancient coil inside my chest
Unravels; lost for a night
In passionate chaos.
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