Peter Cawford


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Skin Degradation

Grain prints its touch as terror climbs my mind, grasping for my eyes. There is no horizon here.

Deafened by nature. Crafted in oak, a gallows scaled in iron. Thrust apon me numerals of end, six nine and thirteen a long held tradition. Tried true in all colors and creed.

Is this fear a faithless shadow, that now weighs me down? How does one not see an accent?

Limbs are heavy and sodden a Plato gives no relief to my limbs. Each movement is stifled governed by hesitance, tearing at the peace once thrived and revered. Ψ

September 03,2008

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