Friday, March 06, 2009

while this
after
noon
is isolated
the 'seconds
of thought'
are
compressed
and elongated
and finally
pummeled
down

i have mistaken
this supple
air
as an honest
assessment
before

i have pushed
my eyelids
up too it
and only
imagined
that it pressed
back
gently

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