Orange is the Colour of Word
Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration. - Carl Sandburg
Sunday, February 15, 2015
HAVING REACHED THE HOLY REWARD
Her body fades with her hair becomes invisible her skin is a salmon.
Singing eye sings her songs together kine alpine kine grazing.
Guarded life is guarded shielded ringed with soldiers.
South from our slit ribs bees swarm north.
Now is elsewhere jealousy did this.
Thieves clean her breasts.
A bower is constructed high in the thorn.
Three fires jealousy love and death maggot us.
Under no place there are no trees there is no place.
Pulse great throbbing blooded heart harts live in her irises.
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