Saturday, July 04, 2009

touch hands; i write. Elysian--think not.

and so, a field. perhaps starless; perhaps clouds. i think a melody. and how to become. all is so very much--here. i want my naked feet. never to perturb. yes; they are here too. i am all on grass. all.

to gaze, to graze.

of no particular horizon. flowers as memories. i would love to. reach petals. if only i. yes. reach petals. for let it unfold. expand, illuminate, commemorate. such as is this life. somewhere a melody. and shine.

words of no order. but to meander, and to mean. enclose, unfold. old hands to open--all hands to open. and like swallows. so low, and drawn across. swift, bold lines. for truth. as on summer evenings.

let be, what think. let continue, what is. a pasture of no name.

a landscape to expand.

to find myself here. starless perhaps. but luminiscence. as if to transcend. i wish no. horizon. only these. feet. and feet. and to see. i see.

until all. field.

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