Thursday, May 12, 2011

Gush Hedge Then

My life
from this
stirring a

which movements
like a considerable
beast designed to
refract sun were

sculpt the molded
prairie flowers. And
crushing against some.
I slept in violets,

were silent that
we heard and as such
that trembled
of the render deep

toward me to wake.
I ceased sleep here,
its cloth of derision
taken and also

from then on.

No comments:

Post a Comment