Spaceman In Arcadia
post-apocalyptic musings from the edge of reality
Monday, November 7, 2011
A Ritual Explanation
the lights are extinguished
the angels are ignited
the burning in the underground
is rising like a reverse rain
and driving rays
the perverse
without greediness,
or guile
quiet, bowed
somehow
without
you two
night.
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