Monday, August 20, 2018

a rough hewn morning
sounding vowels
fleeing from symbols
to cloud the sky

i see mu
everything in the friend
in his dance
following his walks

lighting the projection box
unlocking the cinema

the film unreels
before the light
where is my seat
where do i sit

where is the bulb
this room, a house
the sky

waiting scared for the ambulance
and a trip line


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