The Severance of the Valley

December 8, 2011
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The implosion, the explosion, but reclusion:
as vessels of the severance.








The hollowed plateau
of bone – where the skin gathers and the need
forgets she needs - at the base exists a stone named collar.

Her body has carried the end for too long. Her body has swallowed the end.

She carved out punctuation. In the last days,
there only was hue - it is said she could not hear it - ochre
hailing from the kingdom of God.









At the close of all things,
she found fulfillment, lay her gaping down and said I rest.





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