high up, lion spirits
ignite the sky in red
dear color, death
in sunned blankets,
a pair of eyes halve the sky
like fresh grapefruit:
in secret, a fire beyond
spills without procedure
over beds of pine.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
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