Wednesday, 16 November 2011


there is no sun except by kisses
& in ideology the earth
is warm the sky is sooner
i’m facing other words
typing me:
& many silent birds
sing years in chopped down practice
do i recognise trees
the chill awakening of experience
another name as another address as
“uncanny” a-sleeping
& them than.
& now it’s the moon &. the winter

No comments:

Post a Comment