The only openness in this world
is where, out of the chasm in the corner,
the ladder gets to:
the border, the wood:
orange, red, green
leading upawrd
out the river, houses drowning.
There's hope.
Plain American Language
I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...
and placed it inside/my philosophy...
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
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