Monday, September 22, 2008

attempt) vision & time

pastures cleaned by dry air

a heat navigating through invisible channels
broken only by occasional shade (trees withered by yellow fevers turning red

desolation dreamed of --or so it is written
about a place
where the ocean
meets the land and speaks words funneled into windy screams

guttural words
spoken sweet goodbyes
sand is picked up from the sky to build mountains
(built on the backs of ants (our mass) a bulking enterprise

hell bent to stay alive

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