Tuesday, August 12, 2008


dragline that floats and whips sheer
across the cut
a pencil-thick polymer of this
would stop a 747 tear its wings right off
but it's dawn
their abdominal machines know nothing
but violet sensation

all scaffold of night
thick with insect life
waving its fronds


this, this
the birth of shallow Buddhism

all over in the rain

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