kagablog

May 30, 2006

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Filed under: mick raubenheimer — ABRAXAS @ 12:29 am

and this silent weight ocean with its strange flesh like water
sliding along its particles to soft cleave quiet shape
the dead mass of continents
 
above in geometric flight from the sun
a moon conducts her tides, her swells
 
birds scattered along the big air
their wings beat by the intelligence of flight.
 

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