2011/04/19
2011/04/17
2011/04/11
2011/04/10
seas of bright juice suffuse heaven and the forest fire smokes scoot obliquely high and back low
the machinery of the rainbow and cedar forest so ancient the air i inhale like the light and shadow of a diaphanous transference. the junction of the tremendous sunrise in me and the ascension of the twin of my vision. with my tongue i encompass worlds and run my teeth across the chest of the earth tuning to the wavelengths of the prong-headed creatures of the undergrowth.
2011/04/05
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