Sunday, May 15, 2011

Woman

The blood is singing through her veins
A torrent of lullaby’s and madness,
A psychotic shaman chat;
Of both Creator and Destroyer;

She dances now
Transcending speed
The thin line between beginning and end
Blurred so that no man sees

The world is hers here
As her soul breaks free
An incandescent burst
That no sanity can perceive.

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