on tuesday, there was a captive terror beneath our wings, where the earth was made and galaxies protected by
delicate feathers
fluttered with every slight wind of time,
ruffled by the breath of mysterious crystals that made habitat inside each silvered rachis.
a tickling of your neck, each filoplume slowly rises,
as oceans are being demanded into existence still
Thursday, November 19, 2009
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