10

Ravishing the gardens platter i discoverd

– orange arch in flying feathers

Cobwebs are collecting dust in my auditory canal.

The inertness of the day dissolves around boiling soup

Your nostalgia paints freckles on my spine

– clinging to the utter shine

Bended skulls oozeing in planets mellowed sound.

Liberating voice of timber filled the mighty heart.

Lift the veil above your many faces. Sitting in the echoes bone

– howling the wolves away. Shacking up to bear the brave

– knocking. Knocking on my foreheads skin

Copyright © 2012 by Franziska Dirnberger

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