remaining indirect

December 16, 2006 at 05:51 | Posted in Musings | Leave a comment

It’s me.
In the club of the moths, where one may find dust
engraved with epitaphs for eponymous
elements of chemists.
Loosely bound straws,
wrapped around nigthingales breasts’,
drinking from the bellies of blue whales
into mouths of nothing.
There is cream in the skyline of cities big enough
to level cold physics brightening most diagrams.

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