Tangle by joanna gower

September 30, 2009
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I am from a labyrinth/
always seeking

From the puppy who abandons his favorite toy/

From gold rings broken,/
in forged silence

From solid time/
From quiet deaths

I am from dry grass,/
and an over grown rose bush

From Phosphorescence,/
and hot milkshakes

A rusty tractor/
A post in the ground/

I am from all the places I have never been/

From nothing,/
that is everything.

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