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when the serpentmotive sets my soles uponits path and brings the ghosting heels down from elevated branches with a powdery thump once more into t..

there were words made of shapes taken from the dreaming well and its copper pail that became like runes on the scroll of my tongue when I drew th..

what I know, still is the sound of your silence the breath, suspended trembling on the diving board of a cautious tongue your's like cursive ink ..

a thousand names of rain arise tonight, pronounced upon the wires strung between us stored in hidden signatures of fingers etched in window brea..

I have been listening for seven years to this nascent song that overran its well-spring and spilled intoour bathwater curling in-between our fles..

you have it now perched in cupping hands that carry thirst away in bringing rain and breaking cobalt bottles dry as you had never been racing to..

Come and find me in the cloak of winter when the crimson embers flicker on the dark-lit pockets of my window box there within the ever shaded f..

it's one of those train-wreck mornings when no amount of coffee or blue-collar courage can suffice when the hope is that the sun forgets to breac..

the north wind floods night with snow and incantations waking dark matter from the silhouettes of my eye's periphery stalking through the brambl..

i am painted green in you keeping gardens by the oil wells and tasting curry in your pale skin winter we are beards of rusty wire culled toge..