Thursday, June 02, 2005

of further

it's getting to the cold
but I repaired the truth of the cover
as if this excuses morning
in its fragile network
dirty mud, small wheels, obstructed rock

the horizon is snaky and green
you form clouds
it looks that smooth
my hand spikes the material
the zone extends the zone

blue could be finished
in the work of lightyellow
water introduces the edge to blur
folding the other method
the wing, the movement

rubber, tobacco
the other stench
the chilled dusk
each possible surprise
mine in the flight of order


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