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woodland in waterland
the miss you dance
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Reap and thresh each vanishing thread
Or watch them lost to the recession of memory
For lost is the place where once was tethered
The lights of one’s own sky
Breath upon breath upon breath upon breath
And this is the dividend:
The pathos of a failing crop
Memory dredged for the influx of nothings
(Sticks upon stones upon bricks upon bones)
Each dying star doused
Our dilema: that we crave glory in hell
And down tunnels burrowed in sleep
are avenues cursed with afterlife dreams:
In the tall grass, scored by rushing wind
And the ebbing light of summer
The seamless fabric running from dream to the day
A quiet road which has never changed
Or thin youthful wrists
Which have never been chained.
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Uploaded on Apr 20, 2011
quiet catch
coffee, watercolor, pen & ink on paper. about 5"x8". (sold)
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Uploaded on Jan 19, 2011
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blueredtown
moleskine knockoff
