clean out all the shadows of this view
I want the memory to be as noon as any instant
One well-speaking wind to flee roads and scars
for the viewing to protect in silence
the moment from what's not Greenwich of its place
There, right there, where only lackness is absent.
Jan 16, 2010
Jan 16, 2010 at 6:54 PM UTC
clean out all the shadows of this view
I want the memory to be as noon as any instant
One well-speaking wind to flee roads and scars
for the viewing to protect in silence
the moment from what's not Greenwich of its place
There, right there, where only lackness is absent.
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