Wednesday 7/17/2013 12:01:00 AM

blunt angles whisper. of jagged roofs on hollow houses. the narrow path. that teaches the deaf not to hear. and the blind not to see. follows us all.

the heavy ax. carries us. as the forest slithers into place. we are all strays. abandoned in a recurring wilderness. hungry for some other path. yet all too willing to be lost.

her basket of faces. her tunnel of when. all the illusions that justify the human mosaic. of capture and submission.

incomplete drawings. folded paper boxes. the infinite surrender of possibilities.

pencils to the sky. erasers to the wind. the stab of pictures. longing for a voice that i can't give to them.

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