Tuesday, October 17, 2006


High in the dark most fear
The hard bar
A containment

Of eggs, asteroid vet
On a wide plane of scripture

The tongue on stone
As frightening as the hair
Of swamp water, green comatose

Be-treed lurking.

He’s in a hat, large, vesseled,
Dome of abandon clear as the blue

In rain, in the humming
Wires across the universe

In the dream of the smell of escape
Of the universe.

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