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umbhato the tour guide

textures of skin
wrapped wholey abstract.
in my away mind
I tried for pleasure
to knock off demons
and wound up placing
glass in a cup.
no jouney to light.
I collapsed at the pyramids.
how the dust chokes the night
and to fear the pistol
in a living battle with
the dead.
not a price,
it was hammers for luck
and a taper in the
shadow forest where
lone sacrifice has
so often caught
the sudden expire
of ones I loved.

26 May 07

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