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Mar 2011
I've noticed that I've stopped noticing;
The way I look at the forbidden face
And the way it looks at me
No longer stirs the heavens.
No sailboat turns on its heaving sea
When our corneas connect in a brazen
Fire, nor do any fidgeting mourners
Swallow graves over our crashing pink hands.
The tin-suited band piece has long ago
Replaced any emotion that could inflame
My cheek with a khaki cigarette smoke
And spun out days like empty bags.
     Still for the rainwater of his laugh alone
     Might I swim the Earth's crooked orbit.
© Cody Edwards 2010

You are the hidden quantity,
the man on the other side of the canvas,
the word written behind the sky.]
Written by
Cody Edwards
     Honey Bee, D Conors, --- and Kiri Lewallen
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