What confounded time:
this first dusty egg,
perfectly clear.
Then the hour bee appeared.
Burn to a moment
the truth I consider lost.
A knot instant, the bright boat,
rowed by chiropteran men...
bleach boat moving defiant as the caught wind.
Name the sailors.
Deliver the word as a wave.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
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