Reply Mon 29 Aug, 2005 08:53 pm
immaculate and prim
prose in black

withered banks of dead rivers, bed for ghost and stones
lullaby whisper in streams and canyons
faint and
light

i, as in me, the possesive or singular manifest
of the ego or the recognition of this organic process in synaptic majesty.
causation dismissed softly with echoes

lightly stepping out of shards and shells
one atom splicing in and further than a needle's love.

her air narcotic
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