Tuesday, October 11, 2011

The moon is beyond reproach.

The beating heart serves behind glass--but don't worry!
The glass is colorless and the message is colorless.

Each thing thrives. Look!
The glare is beyond reproach and the palpitations are as well.

The onlookers gather and their humid awe gathers. We turn the lights out

and the moon is beyond reproach.

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