IRC-Galleria

in the end, time was walking in
weird rainbows waving hands
burning incense fleeting tears
a face of ambiguity relaxed.
finally born will
the loving sound of fresh water care
draw a straight line form-structure
suck down the ability to see
imitate projections
time comes walking in
a throbbing round of flesh mother she
makes the world pound
an eloquent event
until