words inhabited
a flock of gulls
wings form letters in the sky —
a pen in flight
posted by name of the rose at 9:57 p.m.
soak the edge
The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
2 Comments:
actually... yes. That is such a wonderful image you conjure! letters in the sky... Nice!
thank you
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