Dust the gold off you fingers, mate.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

The Living Doll

Hello dolly.

You are so small,

You do not know

and it is beautiful.

You are beautiful.

You are the future,

and--for once--

when I look

at you,

dear sweet babe,

I forget myself,

because you

are bigger.

You are a piece

of she and him,

and so much

more.

Soon you will

grow and become

one of us.

Realize yourself,

among other things.

Learn and regret

forget and betray.

But for now,

swaddled darling

sleep soundly.

Take refuge

in these coming

months.

For you will need

your strength,

to survive in this

porcelain world.

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