Monday, February 17, 2014

"Rack Focus" (2/2/14)

So suddenly close up
Focused not in the fore
Grounded in your head, somewhere
A sound crashes sand in your rack
The shifty apparatus through which I close my eyes
Slowly, blowing the flickering light of
existence unknowingly with every natural breath
Until all patterns, limbs, rearrange
and the breath in my eyes turns from the candle
to the sea
only you and me

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