secondhand astronaut
Thursday, February 01, 2007
so quick
discourage
disarrange
cut the world
into tiny
little
chunks.

i'll ride it,
every word
over the embankment...
steel,
blood,
stone,
mud--

become one

we think beauty to be serene,
but
it
is
complicated
and obscene.

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