Sunday, May 30, 2010

my fingers...

my fingers in counsel with this cigarette,
  dry veins of a grape leaf
      crackling             in the
           dark --
spheres of potential energy
   between two dimensional gyric disks,
   in their wake,    at their
                                       intersection --
a calling,
a mandate,
i follow,
iiiiiiii...

1 comment:

  1. reminds me of Yeats - The Second Coming

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