Sunday, February 5, 2012

i ran by foot and they saw a smoke


i ran by foot
and they saw a smoke
towards which faces
billowing

mumbling right
here in my pocket
healing
a little breathless
necessary fleet
feet     feet     feet

feet

over patterns of oil
of rocks and metals

i pass by with enthusiastic acceptance

and they saw a smoke
forming figures
figures forming cracks
wide open and forever
and i mean

billowing, mumbling
and necessary




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