Saturday, November 2, 2013


Dusk is a place loose
it clasps the sofa collapsed
land where I walk near music
cross into a land of simile
Trees cling to their own minds
roots branches sap problem
leaves twigs wind talk
as wind as more than wind
Just when I thought sane
thoughts they sparkled
burst instead while I held
still while I held it

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