Saturday, January 01, 2005

re-posting something that got lost

underneath rain

filmy days
unravel the vagabond
a thin winter moon

needing a place for repair
memory flocks
landscape is a similar

I never am
you are provisory
extremity, windows

stars can’t resist gravity
method is the question
exhalations in patterns

feel the countdown
smoke in the street
walk to the graffitied rivers

go ahead in spite of time
too many rockets
paint burnishes my eyes

drive straight
unpack ourselves
constitute our life

to the land of mornings
covered in song
I choose myself

stopping above
a thousand dark cares
a line burns


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