Thursday, January 14, 2016


The liveness in my home is assured by the wind;
trees grown beyond an early vision 
past shade and guardianship to 
burdensome monsters called beautiful
like living inside a cathedral that might blow over. 

So each sound is impending doom;
a brick to crush the cat and a leak
to drown me in my sleep. So we are all
alive in here, live animals become cosmic
transported violently through space, so

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