is the sleepwalking wind
through alleys through creeks
a cold psalmist in cloaks
of living silk
a cellular succulence
in the density
of the god of darkness
driving the moon
out of sight singing
I have something to say
but I have no one
to say it to
Saturday, January 21, 2012
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