Friday, August 2, 2013

When She Comes...

A tear drips
Now lead me to water.
I lie down
And my mountain appears.
Rightful offer
Pounding rain.
No visions can erase my memory.
Creases, my dear man,
Ceaseless and devious,
Another puddle,
Another bend.
A road to pull me over.
Erosion and shovels,
Men against men,
Treasonous and feverish
Like a dog without a bone.
Bowled over
Like in a strong wind
Howling
This wish
Just left
Its imprints.
Visage of distance,
Take your quarters,
Know your friends.
Yod heh,
Amen.

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