of all possible worlds
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Creation calls for smoke and mirrors—
stars ashine, stars blown apart, stars reborn as poetry.
I think the ghosts of old poems come back to haunt me.
They undo my lashings, and release me from this spar.
Their music is so sweet.
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