Friday, October 17, 2008


Inside the dream
there is something I borrowed but forgot to repay. In
a land of modest means
this means, of course, you win.

No explanation is useful for how the sides
turn themselves inside out
like binary stars at the singularity

how to go on, now.

the flying birds and tumbling trees tremble at
the distant rumbling from the sky. Both touch it,

but neither is of it, really.

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