Friday, January 7, 2011

Snowblind II

As the voice caresses my feet
I float in wonder at his grace
for it is no longer in my face
and tripping to fall
over him no more

Go home
it says like waterfalls
the shear volume alone
makes shhhhh seem tame
Quiet!
one half hour in shaman land
down the mountain
the snowy show
the absent channel
seen no more.

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