Saturday, November 21, 2009

post-mortem

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in the pool,
your oculars grew a pelt
of crystals:
you were blind.
in the pool,
your joints furred with diamonds:
you were lame.
in the pool,
your carapace drew on a new cloak:
you were anonymous.

Part of "the crystalline pool," first published in Aoife's Kiss.

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