Late night ramble

by Cam M   Aug 21, 2009


Words mark their time, on this fair soil
a latticework of assault rendered in their fading chromatrophic demise
this mildew equivalent, of sorts, as to the brush
smeared toward grey, discrete foveal equivalents abandoned
...and the worrying upon the pen, with such keen molars

never helped

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