Benjamin Posted June 11, 2011 Share Posted June 11, 2011 (edited) Disjointed crotchets twist and twitch in silhouette, to beat on a full moon drum. And through dark walls of clay, cold figures wake whose arms and legs strain to be free. Stark faces press in bas-relief, to find a way out from their world into this. Then slowly, they emerge complete and wade with arms and legs in time. Begin to move in unison,almost as though they hear a grotesque music. Beckon-- with candour and a chill savagery for live partners-- to meet the dead. Edited July 2, 2011 by Benjamin Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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