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bone feather

August 29, 2011

a gruesome local case which accident
had made dramatic;
no record existed.
I was beyond all coherent thought.
what had found him?

This was always the case of late.
And the organs never would work again.
A month, you say, without food?

My quest had come to something at last!
in some obscure Eastern temple,
I closed my eyes.


(Cut-up by Weltanschauung from the entirety of H.P. Lovecraft’s bibliography)

2 Comments leave one →
  1. Matthew permalink
    August 29, 2011 3:00 pm

    Loving the Lovecraft, man. Good stuff.

  2. August 31, 2011 5:47 pm

    Understated and evocative, I like it.

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