APOCALYPTICAL TATTOOING BY PAUL CLAVÉ

i will not go…

They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
comes death on a strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you’ve brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven’s claws.

(from A Feast Of Friends by Jim Morrison)

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