In these mountains that rise
at the seam of two earths
sewn with hot magma hands
pulled by sky like a birth
and the air in between
unexpected wet nurse
to an unblinking child
to a church, to a hearse.
Monday, December 31, 2007
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this one too, really good. sweepng across the senses delicately, like feathers. but with a drumroll.
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