run tideline
down the shore
sign of smoke
caught in dream
chanting
through night
into afternoons
where it breaks
write
it bleeds on
feel night now always
so much closer
to hiding us
books taking to dust
cards on the table
she's gone
remember? just
dreams now
so
bleed on
just dreams
now
Friday, November 13, 2009
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