Refuse/d words built into infinite forms of bodies. This collection is unedited; done in one sitting; sometimes daily, frequently infrequent.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

XVII.


Looking back at old work
does not please me.

The gods in our bellies change
as they do their infinite studies.

Their understanding
widens like a mouth-
a canyon yawning into completion.

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