in the slow heaving of late
afternoons you
distill into columns, dusty
salmon painting mock
gold mirrors
under
the crowded blue, paling,
as
fragments tear
roll,
together, apart,
amidst
your
symmetric relationships, opening up
in
to
wings, in every direction, and
you
tear
my
head
right in half
sitting on the sky
doing all this nothing
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 4:05 AM UTC
in the slow heaving of late
afternoons you
distill into columns, dusty
salmon painting mock
gold mirrors
under
the crowded blue, paling,
as
fragments tear
roll,
together, apart,
amidst
your
symmetric relationships, opening up
in
to
wings, in every direction, and
you
tear
my
head
right in half
sitting on the sky
doing all this nothing
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