Wednesday, April 12, 2017





read the sky

nor does the chair mémoire a
hurtling toward a rug in fl
am mes ou nu ages qui dorment
they shimmer in their sssilence
wax discs curl around the
dribbled text enormous sand
or lawn's basalt was stleeped
beneath your spoke the eye be
neath yr era sure pill ow

words in thunder ,weeds


Deread in Ivan Argüelles'

Ars Scribendi”

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