Friday, April 6, 2007

[All of my sails are western...]


All of my sails are western
Reach of my shiver are offer
Request of my tumble are little
Make of my striking are plenty
Dawn of my build are cooled
Gust of my vowels forgotten
Ache of my ifs are burned



tight in the err
— a screen. leaving
and latters all over
and none. anyone.

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