Sunday, November 27, 2011

Also in a Hat

Also in a hat.
Putty. It just is.
That leak scours
via it is filmy. My
sweet counterpart.
Companion coil.
Sacred glisten knots,
so rich and darken.
Declared the nugget
turned and too late
along the ashen flue.
I with you dreamt
atop a pamper furnace.
I saw that beguiling
bird lick her moisten
maw. Shorn the wear
down rituals. Such is
the reverie enclosures.
Spindle water then
the prospector. Bird
to a hooded daemon
and still somehow
weave salvaged. The
brim compressions,
for in that we took 
comfort. So many 
to drift by 

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