Monday, May 11, 2015

Ascendant Valentine

When I touch my head
it feels like a grain of sand
that has yet to find
its beach its land’s end
it awaits the right
leaf to enter the left
foot to fester the faint
light to undermine
all that holds it
to this earth to float
it merely a grain
to fly in a bird’s throat
above the merely sane

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