Part the second

2:26
smash the icons smash the icons smashed vases
smashed faces smashed images smashed
words posess my mind
everything's out of joint
some self breaks through
out of the nether chaos which seethes upon the page
my rage

breathes remoteness
untouchable immeasurable
griefgulf
suppressed within my loins
arising out of my mind

the leaves chant
burning lotuses emerge
can't

what stirrs wingless
who? displaying
these turnings rant on
reality breaks in snap-
ping the cord

catch me
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earth mover mother render spender of truths
known

I groan
homing to
fleshnet

stall
child
caloused caress
on a place that's best not mentioned
for the good of him crying in the night

molested minarets
heave out of the pond
frieze broken with a single drop

raped child
afraid of the dark day
afraid of the long tongues
that spit out images which linger
in the shadows like halfburned corpses
dismembered in hearses of touch

touch me
touch me
touch me
touch me
touch me
TOUCH ME

that I may come again
in his hand

touch me
where the knife slit into the flesh

that I may mend and grow
out of myself