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Posted by on Aug 12, 2010 in Poetry | 0 comments

Day 1

i have loved lies
the I’s of deception
remote and infinite

there is no gesture
that can brink it
and so the circle closes

not a halo
but a worm hole
out of Dr. Who

stretching from one
devastated planet
to another

from a planet of dust
formed from the crumbs
of ingested matter

to a planet of curfews
formed from the dust of crumbs
of ingested matter

but our bees
don’t chew metal
the sky does

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