Sunday, March 6, 2011

emitthgin lavirra.

this time, it's more like larva,
whom my mind imitates every night.
i smoke them out with incense
and the burning of banana brulee wax.
it's so deep and metaphoric.

but in reality, they do die.
only then, am i allowed to sleep
or die a little in myself.

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