Hear others:
gray-pink
voices just atoms
off frequency,
like air
across your
palm,
fingers
curved
like an ocean
shell and
loose around
your ear.
They ever
shape to fire—
is, was, and always
ash—tossed
together to
be Were,
and Our,
always.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
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