Saturday, November 27, 2010

INhale

these days sleep on aoristic beds. daedal daisies on the covers warms trust underneath her pillow. as she sleeps, a fyke catches her dreams, night after night. the seeds remain, growing an olio of petals in the hollowness. morning after morning, though her eyes open without sight, her heart begins to awaken with grok.

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