Saturday, April 7, 2007


velocity amends itself
..the fields in threes..
bless me (f) at her

orison is fling..shaped your yellow feast
..of germane wheat..what
is your philosophy..about

face valor..transits in
..tandem with..her mio ne
..something..keep the voice
..intact until..the brush

fires up..look at the alley compared to..street
..signs of what come
becomes a this

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