broken abbey One writer's thoughts…

incense

fresh smoke
squirms through
our sacred window,
pierces yesterday's angel

those words, salt
your voice, awake
my flesh, dried
a raw monopoly of god

wet bug

squirming through
the marbled world

when you remember words
remember the copper tang,
the smoky perfume,
the sad, warm woman

your work must be
porcelain steel rythms

translucent prisoner

their wild steel universe
surrounds him

broken through sex,
velvet worry - once live -
now devoured color

perhaps, sister, you listen -
stiff lipped laugh, trembling

explore them, pick and haunt,
time stream pooling

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