An entire day spent with the decaying world,
the human lives and bodies
broken on a crooked anvil,
hammered into death,
still in my mind,
and then I take the Christmas card
and all that fades
before the pleasure her gift gives,
transfixing me before
not changing images of suffering.
but one unchanging image of beauty
that feeds desire and these words
cast against the darkness, burning.
06.-07.01.2026
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