Within a thousand shining/smiling days, your rays find way to lay upon air, upon cloud-less sky of eyes in ‘guise, fallen-razed along ‘rizon’s edge, stretched-stretching ‘yond the view of you.
Archives for June 2005
i have no goals
i have no goals, merely fallen logs not yet fashioned into bridges.
Though made of holly bush
Though made of holly bush a maze may be – with tower’d slopes on leaves haze’d green, and darken’d nests of space laid seen ‘tween the branches hunched in lean –one may find this twisting root unsheathedto be but gentle Atlas of ‘Rachnid’s silken’sea
