Friday, May 4, 2018

Where the blood rippled Comments

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Where the blood rippled, where our perfect
wholeness was most our own, there's the shadow
cast by the geranium, things crucified,
a metre of asphalt and nothingness
and the breath comes from asphalt, the lips come from asphalt,
the silence and the parting
come from asphalt. The ultimatum, even that,
comes from the asphalt, the asphalt.
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Milo De Angelis
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