the making of:
January 24, 2013 § Leave a comment
it fell, fell
and it closed as it fell
like an eggshell reversing its fate
don’t tell me
softly was involved the last word
the colours came up and welcomed in
a face or nine, my face, or none
it came down, down
and it treasured the ground with its fullness
of sound
and it left, hard
and it carried my mind like a fracture of kind
as it left
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