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

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

XXIII.


Heaven weathers like
any pattering day rain
it crimsons the skin
with holy hope
and wastes away
like stale paintings
waiting. 
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