Sunday, March 05, 2006

...

Penumbral parade,
wax-dripping moon
scalding tenderness revealed
on a solo promenade
through time and back
to seasons underground
and wishing that breath
were less finite.

Acquainted trespassers,
silent pulsing
eyes of the cosmos
observe the same,
filled with winking and
telescopic chuckles.

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