david-clifford-turnerWhisper

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AiWSyou know how when you are reintroduced to a thing / a thing from your child-days, a grand something, a monolith of that tiny time / and you know how when you see it, it is suddenly
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Jul 12, 2010
- as It filled me.I’m squatting in a chairless bathysphere, / a rusted windowed pearl of a vessel, / leagues away from any honest light or life.
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Feb 16, 2010
Atlasblues man, man of soul, / writhing in my forearms. / a heart too calloused to pump,
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Jul 12, 2010
bird-childI remember when I found her in porcelain / cracked. she shivered the shell until she pierced / out a tiny foot – a baby’s foot.
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Jul 12, 2010
Blue to Yellow-BrownWe swam in wombs, with painted hands, / spreading the Red across throbbing walls. / the floor, Blue,
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Apr 9, 2010
boo croon the sunflowersboo croon the sunflowers / and **** squeaks the jay / this garden was not tended to
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Jul 12, 2010
collecting the pieces of youI spent two years calmly collecting the pieces of you, / the boy I love like the music. / I remember the way your auburn eyes stared at me when your body turned to glass,
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Jul 12, 2010
Father, Son, Mechanic...Father, Son, Mechanic… / Man, I’ve wanted to talk to you – really talk to you – for some time now. / to see your face in front of me, instead of dangling from necklaces,
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Jul 12, 2010
her and Plato's windsongPlato believed that the future could be told / by listening to the lingering whispers of the wind. / between its howls and sighs and
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Jul 12, 2010
HiroHiro was such a clever guy. / he always said the funniest little jokes, even when he was Hiro-chan, to me. / he used to act like a cat when he was frustrated and, and-
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Jul 12, 2010
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