On the Summer Solstice
Half asleep wine-flushed stumbling on the internal billows.
Here is Where We Live
We are a companion to the owls with countless white moons.
Aurora Borealis
The earliest sway of dreamscapes came with dancing ghosts.
When Shall I get back to that Other World?
Thunder echoes off the walls of a tall obese world, pregnant & shifting.
On the Winter Solstice
Above the mountains earth drinks the sun quietly in the black Alaskan forest.
When People in the Lower 48 Marvel
All I want to tell them is how living in its dark bitter sadness is a voyage.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
On the Summer Solstice
Half asleep wine-flushed stumbling on the internal billows.
Here is Where We Live
We are a companion to the owls with countless white moons.
Aurora Borealis
The earliest sway of dreamscapes came with dancing ghosts.
When Shall I get back to that Other World?
Thunder echoes off the walls of a tall obese world, pregnant & shifting.
On the Winter Solstice
Above the mountains earth drinks the sun quietly in the black Alaskan forest.
When People in the Lower 48 Marvel
All I want to tell them is how living in its dark bitter sadness is a voyage.
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