"slumpen" poems
Ideas in light flow through intertwined wires.
Imaginary fires, light-up a couple of neurons here and there.
Slumpen lumpen forms.
Humans just for a moment.
And in another part of her mind, atop a vast landscape, an alien plays impossible notes on a flute.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 5:28 PM UTC