Apr 22, 2014


A white tree
An avalanche
Ethereal cauliflower
hung over
noxious orange
drums, trunks
of steel, eyelashes
power lines, life
sustained by
processes ununderstood
but intuited by
blood & lungs,
the gifts of science,
the spoils
of wars
we cannot see
The busts of women ride 
over the skies, 
physics has nothing on the 
granules of life. 

We've compared this open, viscous mess 
the our love-making. 
Cannot. See. Through. It.

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