June 24, 2009
Limpid rain melts

down rock.

Insignificant boulder,

dripping slowly,

drooling mica.

Grays, silvers,

Slashing black

Melting blue.

Rivers meet on

Uranus, in a field

of thoughts.

as scattered fragments

of grass stiffen,


I touch the hole

inside my face.

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