Saturday, April 06, 2013

windchime day

for listening
wavering, in the face of change
tea and songs of missing colors
weeping without paper sponges
the tracks of a baby balm
a solemn gathering,
of all noticeble threads,
of a vague belief
silences and silences
large uneven rifts in time
to invoke at will
an acute conscious still life
to discard goal and reason
for hope and dream

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