What soil for bedding, what things admire

Those are features common on
things and common people and landscapes
either beaten in or rounded
into glass for drinking and ribbed
wherein the body wept for lack of eating
through its own purchases, through companionate
others too lost, like us, farther from us around
than a baby sleeping in the ground.

I’ve found out one thought will inescapably lead me by my lily white hands to turmoil.


~ by Jeremy on December 23, 2009.

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