#481. merrily

September 17, 2011

it’s as if the window is a river
flowing past at full flood
and my heart is a blur
collecting yearnings
conciousness
twigs

#480. ripples

September 15, 2011

my life robbed me of my life
and gave it all back to me

in the river are all the rivers
suns and moons 
and all the days the nights
gleam shadow wed the dark light

honey you are all my rivers 
and all my wife
sailing up the wide wide stream 
boat dream knife

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