Friday, May 18, 2012

j_b collaborative


to walk alone at night
with the manifestations of the earth's dream
by your side
to sink with each step
as the silver
galvanizes around your shins,
the weight pulls you down from the center of your
head, under your eyes.
to sigh softly in your unsoft state
to reach out and have your hand held
by the nothing and the spirit.


Subsidize easily
golden rectangle even,
compartmentalized to non-specific. I
wish to measure you (spiritually)
the circumference of the moon,
yellow cheshire grin
little teeth in my shoulder: slowly digging in.
weight of sand in palms (red & black exotic)
wait for tide to come upon us,
wash these hands we hold (holy, the spirit) of

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