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*am was* · 23/03/2010

“am was. are leaves few this. is these a or
scratchily over which of earth dragged onceful
leaf & were who skies clutch an of poor how
colding hereless. air theres what immense
live without every dancing. singless only a
child’s eyes float silently down more than
two those that and that noing our gone snow
gone yours mine. We’re alive and shall be cities
may overflow (am was) assassinating whole
grassblades, five ideas can swallow a man; three
words imprison a woman for all her now: but we’ve
such freedom such intense digestion so much
greenness only dying makes us grow”




  1. “ (once like a spark)

    if strangers meet
    life begins-
    not poor not rich
    (only aware)
    kind neither
    nor cruel
    (only complete)
    i not not you
    not possible;
    only truthful
    -truthfully,once
    if strangers(who
    deep our most are
    selves)touch:
    forever

    (and so to dark)”


    t    23/03/2010    #