Tuesday, 22 June 2010

Betwixt; Between; looking forward backwards

We witness sunset,
sunrise. A book of secrets to welcome the dawn
with glitter grimaces

(Dis)placed, we fashion shelter from willow and words
_________It feels like home

So bellow from the bottom of your lungs and twist from your hips
I will never tire of this
________________not now not ever

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