Wednesday, 20 April 2011


ring-a-ringing bee-snap, lemon-brown-
bangle \ savage f"i"c"ti"o"n
kissing a throat / sail
call night to dream-side

that the order of things
sentences sentenced
the weirdest impression
of words in the winds (on?)

that i hate
these & that
systematically tag & number
cadaver ... floats away from the music & seems

To continue
For ever
In silence.

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