chirps, moans, whistles
I open my mouth and a sound comes out
Friday, February 22, 2008
brief
life as a gift of consciousness
in the wash of matter we’re intimately related to
belong to, the earth the rock, the stars
only marginally differentiated we walk
half in, half out of stones
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