April 2011
theunderbellyofthemoon:
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i breath twice
before lifting
the largest stones
to the sky.
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my arm
and mind
both glow
dull colors.
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i tend the lighthouse
on the long jetty
of black rocks
collected and clobbered
by black water
in the back of my mind.
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