Plato's Cave

What happens when words and images cohabit the same space?

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Frankenstein



I’m taking my life apart,
putting it into boxes.
But what if Igor and I
can’t will it quick again,
when it’s all back together?
And it will be a soulless thing
whose parts are all at war.
Woe, nevermore my heart to sing
in harmony as before.

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