of course it is mine...
that island lodged deep within my breast where longing unspoiled, thoughts fathomless and drunk from utterance,
abide
where the constant wedlock between me
...and that which I think I am
sees you
instantly becoming enamoured, transformed,
forever changing to be the same,
multitudinous
I find sustenance,
ultimate liberty and imprisonment,
"Technologies of Punishment"
holding fast to each and every breath parting from lips
now aquamarine from translating Circe's spell..
...
