“The incinerate corpses shrunk to the size of a child and propped on the bare springs of the seats. Ten thousand dreams ensepulchred within their crozzled hearts.”
“Ten thousand dreams ensepulchred within their crozzled hearts.”
“Propping up a seat at the bar we devour chicken wings like life does dreams”
“There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still.”
“A thousand Dreams within me softly burn”
“A thousand Dreams within me softly burn:From time to time my heart is like some oakWhose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.”