Thursday, November 07, 2013


Flesh is more expensive on this disc; the heart on a screen
tiny polyps which are the folds and garments that will fall
from twigs, dead leaves clouds of ammonia snow
light-years across their eyes close to the windows,
soft tissue of the body is bathed in bulge of stars
that has the same colors and each window
need not be bigger than a man's face
eggs or fledgling birds vast swirling city of
acorns, berries, lichens, an inner-halo-ring
is even fainter, spinning off each of the discs
is a steady crescent-shaped golden mist
from the blue sky, first light sucks it clean, then returns it
and morning blots out the building, leaving only the water

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