Thursday, August 31, 2006

Dwellers 2 (veil 4: mask)

you dwell in viscous silence
cold nether reaching
some small rank glory

close viewing pulls your silky covers
a hard demotion
the promise of scarcity
our impenetrable wonderment diminished

and then I of noise and light
and warm things soft to touch

for so long an intermittent dweller
dislodged, non-commital

I fled with the goods
but discovered only an empty bag

# posted by kachen : 1:03 PM




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