Wednesday, 16 November 2011


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

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