About the Telling

August 11, 2008
all in and out

through and with

Don't talk to my dreams

or whisper to my feet

Winds in the branches

of my brain—as broken

as can be

If ever they were existing

Together; never until

too late has begun

And ceased to create

bees slapped—on linoleum

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