Wednesday, August 23, 2006



by the window
listening to the color in your eyes
a droning wave possesses me.

bring forth movement
when lights are down
into the belly of deep night

senses play deaf ear
a grimace
and shout
a lost cell
insanity lost
to the call of wild

it is no mean feat
dancing through the inlays
of embedded idols
lying awake

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