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This is a sound poem and it might be difficult for the uninitiated, but have a look-see. Counterpoint Moon hunts stars, charts silver light courses through midnight. She, pane to pane, pulls shade, clouds over curtain and slips, slumming. Struts dreamstuff sipped beneath sleep. Naked light folds on walls wrapped in paper sheets. Awakened, full luminary, she disrobes pane to pane, paints wild wishes out from under water and oil. Rising, radiant gloss across wallpaper dreams.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 13:23:31 +0000

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