Monday, August 22, 2011


Sitting b-side self..
cold embers..fell..
froze in the gist..

fire slumbers
from twirls
to a whisk ..

the sleeping giant

under lighting
so silent

thick lips shift
pressing dead

soft movement

a closing
eye lid

the still vibrance is felt
even when the temp dips..

the record skips

sonance of red hues


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