Worlds without end the emptiest parts of the life span crows and ravens prey on
frozen, hungry brown bears as if it could smash through solid rock
an eye on some freakist, million-to-one
Saturday, March 29, 2008
my days are backward they fly spinewards through the forward currents of the forward days of others
there are larger orbits there are larger dead planets there is a desk clerk writing your name in charcoal on a charcoal desk
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