miércoles, 4 de noviembre de 2009

blue bird in a howl

star-ring at the moon
there, below our bones
soft-made plumbing and cheeks
the rising sun
the sinking sea
our marmits
our enchanted wishes
and she
and her parachute
oh god
oh lord
there's poison and fishes
and the world
goes on
secret blossoms
in the air
they stand
my eyes
my blessing kiss
and there she lives
out-there she lies

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