Friday, November 12, 2010

The bilge of the swell.

The only way to stay safely aground is to watch
The waves for disturbances.
Rhythms flush whitely over
Cobalt barrels and dead fishes. What is lost is lost.

Keep your eyes open,
dirty feathers fill the low sky.

Mists curse in the applauding thunders:

The envoy supports the bilge of the swell.

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