... which was so resilient an hour ago,
which insinuated itself into my voids
and constructed there,
of the nothing,
houses-for-grandchildren
and wooden-legged bunnies close-held
to the chest
... which made of the silences
between our words
something lighter than air,
than having to be.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
THE COMMUNE AT THE END OF THE SELF
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