Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

August 8, 2010

Platonic Forms

Filed under: Text — Tags: — Lilac @ 4:12 pm

Silly rabbit, submission’s merely the beginning. You thought it was the initial power struggle which had merit, and that giving yourself over heralded the end of the game? Oh rabbit.

Is it hate, or love, or art?
Art. A sacrament. The tao. A war. Haiku.   ..What do you call it?
This doesn’t need words. You take everything inside of me, very patiently, then cut it to the bones.

You guide me in the service of spare and exquisite ideals ( it’s also perverse and hot, and fun, but that’s another piece of the story.. ) This is why I submit to you so deeply; and what once troubled me because I did it for you, now troubles me because I do it imperfectly.

Black boots and serve tea with fierce concentration. Crawl. Stand. Come. 109. 107. 110. 109.

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