Saturday, March 14, 2009

i am all
stabilized
now
while
all points
of the compass
are in deep recess
drifting
as a paper dirigible
in the airs
tides
folding into
scattered patterns
of white
noise
while the earths
magnetic fields
press its coarse
textures into
lobes of the brain
that quantifies
reaction

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