chirps, moans, whistles
I open my mouth and a sound comes out
Monday, July 27, 2009
telephone dream conversation
grandfather calling, from his living room
at the edge of the farthest galaxy
and indeed, he is gone,
within reach of the stars
into the realm of the timeless
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