January 19, 2011

re: txt poem

Without notice to the foliage
the branches trunk and roots begin
quietly to leave We never seed
Autumn combing its apophatic apoptosis

Fain would I he says But taking
the voice is leaving behind lips
and tongue Flying’s leaving sure
footing Doing so gladly is no vanity

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