glossypapered
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Nocturne or Equivalent
opened up,
the breakers seizing
and keeping open
that which gushing
toward me
is pure reflex,
embrace of
the ecstatic/inscribed upon
and the infinite
monument, obelisk
toward infinite
dream, staring
clear-eyed
in the hushed desert.
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