Wednesday, 19 September 2007


this buzzing silence
holding its breath - sweet
the arvid murmur of
last skythes

smoke wed to glow
coupling with the
dying sun that perfects
the sleep of clouds

the undevoured light
ebbs to sustenance

in the fissures
of decaying dreams
embering to the lip
of a nomadic sky: earth
from which my voice

eyes sleep in soil
fruit ripens
in the vacant lots
of solstice
heat recedes

light escapes
through the interval

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