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Monthly Archives: October 2007

when i was writing of the lonely hall

before leaving, before returning, in the chill morn, when the water falls, and in between the gushing steam. the crease, the flat fabric. the rush of wheels, the rush of wheels. the pounding pulse, a life stream so close so far. if that is all you are, if that is all you are. why torment. [...]

when i was writing of tinged rust

leaves folding in the tumble down headfirst, over again, fall in flight a flight to the ground. aground, not awash, not a sound. but silent as the water keeps, what only the water deep. can as it may, can as it lay. in to the dark night, dark time, the cold rising. chill a dew, [...]

when i was writing of darkest air

the night air lowers cold, the rising damp a chill. there is water near, there are fine lights too. the night lowers as a commotion. spinning in a toply manner. water, water, water.
span this path by narrows bridge your steps so sure will lead you back. the night, the water, the lowered airs. were ever [...]