Since a hunger yawned within him he attended all their lies — of the sacred faith they fought for, of virgins in Paradise — but knew the soil of a body holds a restless, precious flower that wants no heaven's forever nor but one transcendent hour. So he, like the ancient god-kings, gave himself as sacrifice, and smiled as his handlers strapped him, their visionary eyes like ice. And then, in the sudden thunder — before blood and screams and pain — his sad soul bloomed its moment, not ever to shine again.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
All our sweetness
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