and then our exile

Sunday, August 22, 2004 at 8:09 a.m.
I found a chamoi tangled in the mist
By delicate horns flanged like a hammer's
Claw. Its bloody chestnut flanks were rent
By thorns. Free me, it wept, I am innocent
And sacred. I begged release. Too late, it hissed.
You must choose innocence or power.
--of DManicom, "Ma:rchen"
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