Wednesday, June 03, 2009

In the time it takes to send myself to you...



The rotation turns from flow through trine and all along keeps the measurement of you.
Around you, partially, without loosing sight.
A list of things appears annotated by picas of parsecs, fragments of the lines that draw you.
Knowing is all that matters.
Draped in an ell of light.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous9:30 AM

    Your heart plays blood-catch
    inside your veins.

    Your eyes are still warm, like beds
    time has slept in.

    -Yehuda Amichai

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