#2
29/11/06 07:52 Filed in: poetry
We cut the
reflection of music,
from the black keys,
unlocking each mysterious voice,
every voice that is too long for a mouth.
sound, noise, voices
the breath of neighing shadows penetrate 9,
i am deadly as the pieces of the night before, running out of you.
from the black keys,
unlocking each mysterious voice,
every voice that is too long for a mouth.
sound, noise, voices
the breath of neighing shadows penetrate 9,
i am deadly as the pieces of the night before, running out of you.