Tuesday, 15 March 2011

synopsis


They live in them as usual trees bit of string & glue 

Your throat to an empty day to love your own fear is

Quietly vigilant accommodation the sightless speak music

Their imitators & that old fashioned carpet paradisiacal

my thumbs came away in the accidents i was alone on a

stilt. the voice kept opening though the mouth is silent

. they walk at night by day they cover their loves to keep them.

found the lost shoe as a clear sky clouded & a few birds dream.

That the formula, estranged from

such Poor eyes & writing reading writing

denied Object - prayer

Shuffling. simple taste of / Spider

timelessness. Finally

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