Enchantment chanting away to drums lodged in ears
The strike upon the anvil creates a melody
The melody resonates within the being
That can shake the very fibers to decay
Sound, round, intricate touches each hair
Tissue...
As sound enters the canal
Channeled through
Limits the size of the vessel
Each vessel exploding in sockets
Leaving redness in its wake
Wake to optics shot of blood
Pump to aorta
Trickled from the ventricle
Hollow...hollow is the tree upon where the owl retires
“Who goes there?” he cries in lateral form
Dorsal to ventral
Cranial to caudal
Aye. This is visceral ~ Arachne ~ November 27, 2008 11:11 p.m. EST
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