Friday, May 30, 2014

Exodus 27: In Writing

From the hollow 
between the words
In silvered longing
extend to the winds

Golden dreams 
tarnished longing
in a mixed world of bronze


At the edges 
at the corners
in solid sides 
closed up ribs 

The beating hollow
of the space before breath 
where longing is desire 
desire longing 
weaving pieces together 
with fragile fingers 
and spun dreams 

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