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September 06, 2008

'Random' poetry

1

Spider-

chalk threads traced over

an old-potting-shed window;

staring in, spooked by the corners where

things seemed to gather, aching to use

them, sightstruck. i’ve yet to replicate

the dimensions

of that

morning;

watched twice, the aspect holds

only

dust-tapped jars.

2

Watch;

kinetic

strings are moving

in the blear, still as glaciers.

I kneaded my knuckles

into the thumbs of my eyes

to see

visions like this. spaceless vaults of lights are weaving

inward and stray. motes, picturesque, are leaping

through my garden. rain is bursting over

the still patio, unbroken

ash.


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