3.15.2009


#3


fruit:
1. I bear you.
2. I am you.
3. We are one.

Strips across,
sullen eyes,
my surprise is not surmised,
by:
wishfully looking into the expanse,
open and lofty,
o’ too real…too damn real.
Held in place…up….up:
HIGH.
Marked with hands to show
ownership, to show grip,
to show the sound of…….
(- - - - - - -)
Beautifully ancient, present still,
persistent; above all, locked.

fruit:
1. Is rotten.
2. Is sludge.
3. Is me.

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