Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Daybreak


There is a river
rubbled wrong
with illicit sun

there is a silence
mighty, fruitful
festering

there are lies 
and examples
legs trailing

into the temple,
comprehending 
monuments

in their unruly
matted and
sultry sleep


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