crumbled and rolled

electric candle 12/13/2009

Filed under: readable — paperslightertext @ 4:55 pm

my only solace rests upon
the dearth of possibility
meaning even though
improbable & immoral the
thought has most certainly
wormed its way into at least
some darkest recess of
inconceivable imagination…

antidote: for those of us
too crippled by love for
all beings to function,
production can cease it-
increase your utilitarianism,
craft a salve for your bleeding heart.
chop wood, carry water- dare to make art.


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