Wednesday, 21 March 2007


watch yourself
leave yourself behind
in the eye of the crow

light your feathers
wrap yourself in sweet bark
and unravel the scrolls
of other times

let lose the canvas
of your whispering tent;
sun-drunk like seed
you must close
the shutters of the sky

the labyrinthine heart
keeps distance
as something lost
becomes a spark
followed through dust

in shades of dunes
the sift of sand
speaks braille

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