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I. Aprilis You wished the summer for no one moments of white wilderness stars in the blood sepaled bees scatter drown each day as all lights unmade pollen blossoming among fistfuls of paper tasks busied thought scrolls with the Seen afternoon feathers multiply white honey of Aries II. Julius Months as paper pass flitting through the screens that separate outdoors from in where light pools on an ancient carpet and summer lay broken in pieces on the floor like so much shattered vinyl what happens to the trapped light then, as it ages, it thickens curdles in the stale drapes staunches awareness of time the moon is slowly drifting away from Earth III. Octus Apples fall on the rotten dusty ground we threw them, trapped in the speckled atmosphere of decades that never rinses clean you swore we could see Venus if the clouds would sit right Aphrodite in blue jeans a ladder in darkness is still a ladder IV. Januarius Color dissolves and hibernates underground grey winds stampede through the Roman Year like the ghosts of unchained thoroughbreds all the bees have drowned their honey spread thin across the blackened sky when everything is upside down stars become seeds
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Mar 12, 2010
Mar 12, 2010 at 7:21 PM UTC
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I. Aprilis You wished the summer for no one moments of white wilderness stars in the blood sepaled bees scatter drown each day as all lights unmade pollen blossoming among fistfuls of paper tasks busied thought scrolls with the Seen afternoon feathers multiply white honey of Aries II. Julius Months as paper pass flitting through the screens that separate outdoors from in where light pools on an ancient carpet and summer lay broken in pieces on the floor like so much shattered vinyl what happens to the trapped light then, as it ages, it thickens curdles in the stale drapes staunches awareness of time the moon is slowly drifting away from Earth III. Octus Apples fall on the rotten dusty ground we threw them, trapped in the speckled atmosphere of decades that never rinses clean you swore we could see Venus if the clouds would sit right Aphrodite in blue jeans a ladder in darkness is still a ladder IV. Januarius Color dissolves and hibernates underground grey winds stampede through the Roman Year like the ghosts of unchained thoroughbreds all the bees have drowned their honey spread thin across the blackened sky when everything is upside down stars become seeds
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Mar 12, 2010
Mar 12, 2010 at 7:21 PM UTC
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