Wednesday, July 21, 2010

David IV



Afield
Sea faring
And no longer
The fear
At last
Of the hour


A muddy river
Limbs
Strokes of hair
In a dream
Cutting through the air


Not unhappy
From contempt
The rebelion
Of the moment
After death


Singular
The words
Petty, the burghers
Felicitous
Writer's hope


This far gone
Receding waters
Shelter the man
In an image thine
Turned into glass


Impossible
In the flesh
A pilgrimage
To the skin
Under the paper



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