"souls"
each field of value retreats
into the spectrum and falls
happily into a world of lesser,
more jaundiced touch.
footsteps become slight
and weightless at this
point in time and space
is not even relevant to
the people we have yet
to become when the
sleeping sickness lets go
of our throats and leads
us along into death.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
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