img_1188Skin feels the lighting tremors.
Head processing the trendsetting.
Minds eyes closed for the weekend,
avoiding the streets blood letting.

Your cold,
Your warm,
Your slim metal shards,
Your hard,
Your barred.

Cold signs of the season done.
Head warming the irrational thought.
The resonator examines its latest pulse.
Reducing my crime to ones and noughts.

Your ice,
Your fire,
Your signs a facade,
Your raid,
End of days

D 2013


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