Thursday, June 21, 2012

cascades of imagery

cover my heat-glazed eyes

none of it

connected to any reality I know

but where a sun-sheened curtain

ripples in a window

there is my cooling waterfall

there is my Eternal Now disappearing

into the spray on a gathering pool...

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