Acupuncture

Posted on by anna christ

by atma anna christ

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The needles on her body talking her solitude

Tattoos around the arms of the priest

Room full of demons demanding for blood

Crying

Laughing

Belching

Human condition?

Demonic formation?

Angelic cloud?

On the side street so much lavender cut

from a garden thrown away

Trains buses subways as the dance goes on

As maps of consciousness are drawn on computer screens

As lovers disappear in parallel universes…

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