Thursday, November 11, 2010

Never forget that wherever you go there will still be ground underneath your feet

width and breadth
august's depth
the pressure of water
broken seal, limbless, inside tree roots, cross and withered.
"A depth of knowledge," for what?

where am I? where am I?
A cruise through broken glass on accident
where's my face? where's my face?
A frying pan in the cabinet, tossed.

under a blanket I can see my feet and yours.
can't complete, can't complete.
a pleated skirt and a smile maybe.
let's build a fort, let's build a fort,
and tear it down when we want,
If you want.
where are you? where are you?
where are you?
I'd like to be there, too.

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