Saturday, February 11, 2006

Untitled 5

In the middle of Atlantic Ocean stomach
Aches a pain of elucidated steel
Schools of enameled fish seen
Crossing boundaries into delicate air
Harmless to fire or the warming
Of earth into earth

We’ve seen the wishing/hoping for light
Netting ideas that float to shore like candles
To memory to paper to it seems...

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