Tuesday, March 23, 2010

A Rush of Clouds

A rush of clouds
conjured eons
in my sight.
The passion sprang
ahead of legs.

If it will
but charge again,
though less,
as last
I fell off that cliff,
just again
clear dust
off pearl windows,
I'd retrace the steps,
reform areal
the whirl of the world.

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