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January 01, 2008
Feathers - 8 - Quartet
Look around the scene
everyone is dancing
some dead some imagined
some hit the street.
Crack in a motel room
stretch out your hands
like a compass
your practical balance.
Register
the wind floating
the men walking
the disciplined shadows.
Widen to gather
a fine world
the glint of a light
touch-tone your way out.
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Posted by lck at January 1, 2008 12:36 AM
