Tuesday, August 9, 2011
the hurt water- is,
the sweet dripping hands full- are,
the pith- is, the bruised petals- are,
the iridescent wing is- blue.
The dead heart on ice- is,
the veins in her forearm- are,
the mind like Neptune- is,
the indefinable magic- like a cosmic screen,
behind the universal static is- blue.