Wicker Chair Quarry

Cut from the quarry of life, block by block by block towed to haloed ground cut and pasting pyramids of the mind time after time after time.... To open a seam in the sky, heart in the kings chamber the soul in the queens great lost limestone eyes peering into the afterlife, eating the gaze of god on heavens horizon but more often than not, nothing is there but a great great great wicker chair, the beast lounging beneath firecrackers in powdered eyes, igniting the burning reel of a million lost lives time after time after time.