be twixt was lit
was waiting in locks where
towed the leaves gimokud
soul t
errors at rest
tugged to and fro a lit
taper strung cellular mess
ages of half thought
thoughts
on paper a soft creased
border between waking
and
be
fore the
stuttering
be gan a pure land gotten
a sheila run
to shelter na gig
y nos otros
that other
our lady
the one
of roses and serpents
and lines
Anyway...Thankyouthankyouthankyou! ; )
(how come there's so much space
between comments here?)
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