Wednesday, April 18, 2012

3588. THIS FAUST

THIS FAUST
This Faust has fallen  -  from his
doomed departure to a clockwork
orange little known by man. The
long, crooked nose, those spindly
fingers, the wearing of cloaks and
scarves, jackets and capes, beneath
the dark, bleak moon: this Faust
has fallen. In the glen, along the
valley, anywhere that dark, ancient
cave beckons, he is hiding  -  his
fame alone lights candles in the dark.

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