| = on the absinth horns | Corina Dragomir [15.Sep.04 13:06] |
| it's absolutely an interesting gyromagnetic flow of decomposing mirrors in which any reader can find a display of frenzied-grief..."and I throw my prayer into ochre I paint no more bisons". I liked the entire poem but I must admit the most meaningful part is to be discovered in the last stanzas. in sotto voce I must tell you that you have a typo: skull, right? double the letter "l" I keep on reading you Cory | |