Monday, March 13, 2006


A healing brain gestes trine endocrine,
brazes these holovolts, duff and grain.

To leave a town’s a hard kick,
biking into overfield wind.
The moon’s road-hidden roots
lien on ease to sprint
some wholly simple ripple.

Hic et nunc, no prophecy but memory:
A lure’s flight path;
a tongue-dug tooth of cormorant song
on the scale of heaven’s lute.

In the symptoms at onset
of this season’s fever,
muscles ravel slow around
ears bound to a burst
and absent wavecast…

In one heard heartbeat
are twined helices maying.

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