| "quois?" |
[22 Jul 2004|07:27pm] |
what voiceless
sky poems sing
their hues into our
heads with arrows
of light, spears in
to your eyes of
impossible red & every
thing; shaped like
imagination or sub
conscious monster
heroes...wasting
dreams of words
down too upon our crowns...
tears of ellipses,
streams of sim
ile, great glob
ular plopping meta
phores dropping thru
our mouths or
restless fing
ers. we should only soak &
seep what pours out of
the skies
impossibly
redpinkorang
eblueblack
yellow. & drow
n in the
runoff.
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