Tuesday, January 10, 2006

String16

see if you see
the thinking
three of which
are we

fleshing bursts
the unconnected
of all directions

hinged only
once and
found on
all maps
to everywhere

waiting to love
waiting to love
at

1 comment:

  1. J C10:31 a.m.

    waiting for the third, bursting flesh and bam!

    My love no longer waits, the little umlaut is alive and wriggling with glee.

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