Friday, February 12, 2010

only a large expanse
between two jasper rings
could be a resting place.

a myriad of croixed porcelain
and diamond combed feathers remained,
floating downward,
into the lungs of miniature fawns
who held the laws of the underground
in their exhales
and with each slight inhale,
an explosion in the airwaves
of sizzling Shakespearean language
progressed and cracked into words we had not yet encountered
as babes, floating towards a single destination
where a gate of a hundred locusts were halted
and fell to the seafloor
to be crushed into algae,
into the sediments of a hungered tide.

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