Wednesday, October 17, 2012

October





The ocean is always
In you, in me.
Fictitious forces swirl,
Marmoreal seams pitch
Into air where
Gravity dreams.
What is too far
And ancient to see
Can at least be
Heard there
By you, by me.

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