Still Moving Sinews No-one survives such an attack amd we all stood like monuments baring the nails in her back Still moving sinews in a graceful impression of life shyly the arms, shyly the breasts fold fear die Ten finger driven through the heart, through the core as I stare into those strange magnetic eyes and wonder what if : (for you/for me) are there demons there? I knew it all the time, The misanthropes were right to crucify themselves in the need of a saviour. Still moving sinews struggle fearsome with a lifeline forlorn, caught in the nest of the impending dark fate. Semi-worlds, lifetight lodges like living black numbers that drip from the pergament skin Joined in sweet fury to anoint the decay fragile and reddened in lifelost array |