Hard Habits?

May 8, 2012 § Leave a comment

the sun drowns down in city, sea


in a cave where mountains are imagined by those

blind walls; skies are fancied

in all colours

lines of cypress blistering three horizons.

the chin of the world is up, and waiting: you are if I say you are

cry the heights

Where Am I?

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