Wednesday, January 24, 2007

schlaf, mein kind (spelling open to interpretates)

sky the color of

rust, a slightly rotted
end to day.

look upon that brown, heart's child.
some day all this will be yours:

the creature feature,
the cractal fractal,
the imp, the seed,

such an expanse, an expanse
of such things, and such, such stuff.

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