Clouds are just a few universes that are
in several ways at once
bird dreams are broken bones and a flutter of wings
again move from location to another landscape Another icy landscape
rainy hours ago I contemplate
When you go ... where? Towards a fiction
about to be painted in a wonderful car AWD
not open the flies that do not cover me after this false lash
Intensifies to the top of heaven your prayers, for me, vanish when
October 7, 2008
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