Splendor and Filth
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My mind is reckless…
writhing and thrashing and burning
in a sandstorm of red hot madness –
in a wasteland of brimstone dreams…
a snake that thrashes wildly…desperately…achingly
against the wrought-iron pillars of man,
and ties itself in knots,
lusting…burning…dying to break
this madness and torment –
which, to me, is such splendor and filth
as ever I shall feel
when I am with you.
The Scream
burns and breaks me
batters me endlessly
against the rocks deranged.
Shatter me to stillness,
for I am captive.
Ravage and rage
and bend me forward,
for no sleep will I gain
‘till you devour me whole…
Body…mind…soul
Photograph by Mark Sebastian
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