Monthly Archives: November 2013

Satori au soleil.

The ice blue cool sway
        of breath from my bones on the brightest day,
            as backwards sycamore, spinning
                Back, back up to the branch and Beyond,
        a hem of syncopation fluffs and frays in a flourish
    and betrays the un-synergetic singularity of craft and cause,
 Creator and creation meet and are one and always have been.

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