Monday, April 9, 2012

Seance.

Every once in a while it's like a ouija board--
I have the layout in my head.

There's the table.
wonder and I want to speak up.

The chandelier rocks when the girls from the past speak--it is
As though a baby had been born and was to be cared for,

And was the spirituality of

A delicate prank. The Song goes:


"I wonder..."


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