Thursday, July 21, 2011

Ultimate Lumps II

Clean the
slate of me
fresh greens
to grow on top
bright eyes
unrespectful
swinging open doors.

Neat packages
eighty units
wrapped with costumed passages
earthy and bright
decorated
quanta
plopping through time.

If you imagine
time as space
you will understand
life afloat,
the eroded edges
particulating,
drifting away.

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