Sara Lorraine Sumpter | |||
this is what the nightmare looks like; careful construction followed by rampant destruction. absolute. irrevocable. a techno, logical treatment of post-apocalyptic proportions. a magician's dream made manifest. two still drinkers held captive by their needs. oh, that Christ might come down to us teach us how to bleed, how to give meaning to such lyric suffering. oh, that life might flourish again... |
shimmering, shivering, fragile. a sweltering satellite that rings our tinted blue mood; curved and arch - heartless, yet ending here and now. victim of a careful construction made manifest. lover to a magician's dream of rampant destruction. there is nothing left to learn, and still His head is buried as this sweet lyric of time passes beyond the pale. |
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