I Was Reading Theory
The lava of the imagination
Has hardened into lava rocks
And the city of the mind is
Now as sterile as Pompeii.
Tourists come to ogle at
The centuries old sufferings.
Children carry away rocks
When no one is looking.
One of them took the
Rock in which was
Imbedded my right hand
And I can no longer write.
Has hardened into lava rocks
And the city of the mind is
Now as sterile as Pompeii.
Tourists come to ogle at
The centuries old sufferings.
Children carry away rocks
When no one is looking.
One of them took the
Rock in which was
Imbedded my right hand
And I can no longer write.
posted by Paige | 11:16 AM
1 Comments:
You ought to read about the fairytale archetype of the armless maiden. Midori Snyder has an article about it on the Endicott Studio website; look in the article archives.
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