December 27, 2011
#16 MindTravel
Into the smoke, closer to the periphery,
the horizon, increasingly sleep
surrounding like fences, my defenses
gave way to a pavement of your thoughts.
Slide in, slide out.
I dot myself alone in the fading of the sun,
a sclera of red and orange. Your hair blowing
in the silence of the rural roads.
I was no longer ...
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