Pebblestone and roses -
washed with curves;
against the wind wood - its way.
its length before its tincture-
calm and could be-
to keep such things within-
here oh lay still-
earth to break and conquer-
so sour and gone under-
splendid with the dead and afraid-
shaken from a body, darkness, spite, and fear-
after all you want to die a natural death-
and go out like a candle.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
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