Wednesday, September 2, 2015

(Eext)











blue of the soft wild open
fill bones hollow'd
as violet hides in spectrum's shade
there,
beneath the oak branches
illumination softly tethered
sparrows ...
pull the sun into corners cut by time
everything sways to some silent melody
pulsed
pitched
as the neighbor's roofline
steep and treacherous
morning's anthem
to
wakeful rising
to
things empty & seeking
before the darkness of the night 

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