Daily Archives: April 12, 2013
anti-matter
Nothing To Wear
natty and bumble pot-hole and sink-hole winkle star glades in China you dig far enough to know the center may hold flower fields such gold there’s always more space well chaos in a closet thats’ what a door fore
Or A Detour
wherever you turn in scree o’er debris @ sea a wayfarer maid gathering our shells a string a lute a bead sown a heart within reach the furthest ashore the farther thereon well now a wild and unknown
Motive North
one mountain higher a whole to enfold below to wear it into another beside made to hold as was perchance a kingdom an obstacle now an effort an evermore an only ascent