March 28, 2007

He Hated His Dreams, His Falling Asleep

Husker Du - New Day Rising (1985) [Post #100!]

He had no arms to put inside the cavern mouth, to pull out the shining diamond and clay dog within. It barked and barked at him with rays of light shining out its throat, salty with desire to run free across the lawns and call him Master. Together they cried, he with his head against the hole and it within, eyes glittering with love.

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