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Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Metamorphosis


a shift will break

the night

in my head,

i will sleep in all four corners...


we left the precipice

for different reasons;

i was through collecting taxidermy,

you were practicing to become a bird...


emerging between two flares,

this strange kink in your prominence

belonging no more

to one place than the next,

moving sidelong through the flowers,

fast disappearing...


i bring you several years at once,

of last days and future mornings

grafting a place in the sky,

it's a hobby along with beachcombing;

until you evolve, serenely

into someone i have always wanted.




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