mort mot juste

setembro 30, 2010


there is this lean
potence in the blinking, blinding
chorus of a day,
it drives me mad
how in the same unifying impulse
the chamber of commerce can explode
and this caterpillar keep dancing on my lap

the sun may turn to red death
and a heart may see its dawn, its last
winter, and i will be here holding this
moment, still

maria 9:48 PM 0 vociferando estavam

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