a chapped abyss of innocent words
Thursday, July 16, 2009
emptee
you can put all of yourself
into one thing.
pour each quirk
taste and DNA ribbon
into mirrored drumsticks;
a mountain in procession
cracked like baked earth.
but if you lose it,
what's left?
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