Friday, March 29, 2013


another floating day

with images of my past

and the sounds that preserved them

caught in the tapping tangle

of bare branches and certain plays

of light against the buildings

and how could anything matter

on this day beyond our mere control

that can only chip and nick

surfaces we chosen for our contact

with the matter that encases us?

you can lie with your mouth but not with your heart

our petty damages hurt only us in the long run

and will not happen if you but float with the day...

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