a hole into another
universe passed over me
like a plane traveling
across the Atlantic Ocean
his story is simple
it is always simple
the world is what
makes the events complicated
I will sculpt your
shadow out of clay
I will hew your
iris out of granite
he said he would
rather the musicians stopped
paying attention to themselves
and focused on you
Monday, May 25, 2009
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