Thursday, May 28, 2009

cloud travels

{for linds}

rocket wings
attach
white anvils
silently drip
from deep above
tree waves chomp
distracting arrival to
brunette topped 
paradise
tasted
once in time
anchor knowledge
is brief
in sky-sea
telescopic glimpses
reveal distant
navigation
ghosted cliffs
since past eternity
destination

it is the beginning.
goodnight.

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