May 3, 2010

re: txt poem

When you know and recognize
the various thresholds you know that
waking is not the day’s first crossing
over or with or into or out of

A sprain in the starlight
brings a calm to things The low horizon
slows down but curves sharp Accepting of the hour
a dusk song chimes

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