Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Water

 

To sink until depth has you

The moats are dry

And god has death

Sunken until

inimitable

ere

  there

Here

a darkened sop

The lees become

Soon

now

to arise

Unto neo rise

Until all is swept away

 

I dream

I am this

Under

Thunder

thee

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