Saturday, January 1, 2011


Fringes love whistling of
desert space behind a ruin

that might be mistaken for
what was once a place of

worship showing precepts
that develop the other side

Soon goes to hell enclosed
by ramparts pointing at

anomaly like wild crown or
crooked tool scratching

outline of journey inside
the beholder racing toward

wire mesh trash ticket
in the next fitness course

joining a procession that
suddenly stops on a dime

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