Cold as ice
smooth like oil
lent some genetic material
spoil
time
up elipse
clusters burning
dust ignited
billions of dawns left false
from what was had by this course
wandered too close
tangled in over
rosary beads
collected
lost wandering
unprepared
planned
fallen
weeds shoot
spring up
shining philosophies
toes cut off
remnant stars old clippings
just as they are
heat pain lingers all systems
behind masks
addressed in skull
identity social security
ending this never seen
land never seen
never seen
never seen
never seen
thrird spoken pure
saw new
One city
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
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