orgami's Diaryland Diary

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russet

ebbs of colour
climb
Im slipping into dreams
slipping from this
self to another

I wish you well

selves
like shattered auras
gleaming fire

wretched is the hour
when Im in the wastelands
Out there with the burgundy
brigade
all the torn ideals
and ravaged principles
dung haste pupae expulsions
crawling beneath the realities
of mornings that never make
it awake

but fall into the dizzi realms
between here and there

True sailing in LahLahLand
all sordid rust and clotted
skies with dull penny stars
that watch like eyes
and blood stench rivers
hot with copper breath
dip your claws and take a rest

the television whispers lies
and I count the ceiling tiles
again in case they have changed
them moved my room from that
world into this
like slipstream turbulence
beautiful and obscene

and scars honed and tended
the intimate scream of all
mortality cleansed

the bird eye bright days
that cling to wire holdings
and fast upon the totem stacks
while frost steams
like cappuccino dreams

give me deliverance in a
sign and I see the host
in mirrors fading
I am the ghost that
keeps on changing

12:46 p.m. - 2011-11-18

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