She could have danced into the next life
\nthe next sweet feast the next galaxy
\ninstead her head is clamped
\nin a vice of adamantine inertia
\na black hole around which
\nher galaxy turns inexorable<\/p>\n
her children have been torn away
\nher gaze is fixed hard inwards
\nupon the mythology of self immolation
\nwhich fixes her third eye on her own
\ndisaster of broken glass and
\nshards of ancient explosions<\/p>\n
her feet twitch anxious to be going
\nthe circle closes the desert drifts
\ninto her tent the sun is setting
\nand the wind is rising<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
She could have danced into the next life the next sweet feast the next galaxy instead her head is clamped in a vice of adamantine inertia a black hole around which her galaxy turns inexorable her children have been torn … Continue reading