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somewhere there may
be a true source of
something anything all things
at the point where the light
arches stretches reaches back
from its origin.
(photo taken with my diana camera)
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Uploaded on Apr 26, 2010
mirrored reflections--con
verging.
Mute past and blind future
palm in palm.
(photo taken with my diana camera)
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Uploaded on Apr 26, 2010
hold the tiny shards
beneath your tongue like
a thermometer.
(photo taken with my diana camera)
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Uploaded on Apr 26, 2010
mirror
and i have spent my slippered hours trying to find the ends of knots--caught
up in their ceaseless
chaos.
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Uploaded on Apr 26, 2010
memory mirror
bone melts into salt-scoured cave.
I'm made of
cherries, toenails, wombs of queens.
(photo taken with my diana)
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Uploaded on Apr 26, 2010
