Saturday, November 26, 2016

the tree must be the mirror
and the etching our voice

the meeting is the effect of the crackle of vinyl
whaling One Rainy Wish:

 that ecstacy
just as the first note heard
for the first time ever and then the next

  that second when nothing will be the same again
because a vibration set fire

and turned you brighter than you've ever been

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