can you see these pathways, imposed on the corners of imagination, not here yet, waking not by magic but by a stance- and let the stance deal with gaps, falls, let the mastery be its own being, let distance not be imprisonment- though the lines on my face are indifferent to transparency- these deep corridors will be stolen by a breeze, the chorus of a rotation that is in a chorus. my findings in the ditch of power and the whole meteor shower we hover against- music of rain, sacrifice. safe to keep reaching for words so that we dont mistake this stance for a symbol of plight, safe to aim for our situated sayings.
Posted on: Fri, 07 Nov 2014 01:34:59 +0000
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