song of the maenads
nor summer nor winter--nor life nor death--
nor flesh::nor breath::nor thought nor mean nor plenty--
nor over nor under. but through. let the hard bloom grow. let the great red stain stain stain. let the red rose stretch and strain to open and to gaping.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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