Saturday, January 5, 2013
and too how and and why are
like our
myths or
at the tip of the throat
glimpses
resting on life
like an urge to taste
or being the pale shadow
on the edge of moving light
just as something as nothing
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Wednesday, January 2, 2013
once
a heartbeat carried down stairs
but still was only here like now
with all the words left out
a love smuggled out in truth
so everything agreed
in steps patterned after themselves
in tender tones
spoken gently
gradually
fell
all into one voice
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