elizabeth-1Whisper

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A farewellMy ribbons are falling from the sky to touch my waiting fingertips. Tumbling and stumbling they shimmer their colors in the greenish sunlight. Here I am, I shout, outside the city of kites and crows, with my squares of paper still foundlessly floating. And the walls are behind me, though the mold of the concrete still burrows beneath my tired ears. I am free with these black feathers growing round my throat and the life budding on my pregnant palm. The ribbons wind themselves in my hair now and clasp at the back of my neck. I am of the rock and dirt and mud, yet the winds still call to my steady sparkles. So into the darkness I go, and into the turn of the atmosphere round the earth. Goodbye, my city, I stand to walk, now, I dance to fly with these wings and satin.
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Jan 29, 2012
The window to my leftWatch me now. / I am the hope in your soul and / my feathers are falling.
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Jan 29, 2012
Warm SheetsI wake to doodles and drool / and lie to the beat of the / heat in my veins.
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Jan 29, 2012
As soon asdès que dès que dès que / and dès que the day has dribbled / and dès que the day has driveled
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Jan 4, 2012
A dawningA light chalk settles on my skin and my eyes begin to wrinkle. The curl in my hair quits its circle and my freckles have lost their twinkle and my blink and my wink are let loose and I think I'll lie down now and count the seconds between a breath and a heartbeat. So let us stay then you and I for the veins and blisters have caught hold of our thighs and the bows we have tied have slumped to shoelaces and sighs that envelope three whole pulses. Let us stay, then with the wrinkles on our eyes and the sigh whose spit leaves a twinkle on the pillowcase. I can feel my inner elbow harden in the cold, so hurry now and count, two three one.
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Jan 4, 2012
EnlightenEnlighten: / For the load's far too large for my / Weary eyelids to share with their
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Jan 4, 2012
Lying On A SofaToday: / I dropped a ceiling fan into the pond in my backyard and watched its blades / slap the shadows away into the corners of the room
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Aug 25, 2011
Conservation Of MassI could disassemble myself, / Placing my digits in a line of increasing size on a / Metal table,
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Jul 1, 2011
Notebook Paper 5Frumious, multitudinous and speedy, / My toes tickle each other as they / Twitch to the beat of my seedy
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Jul 1, 2011
A Block To Stand OnThere I am, I think! / With finely worn shoes and / The exact amount of wrinkles in my
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Mar 22, 2011
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