Tuesday, July 13, 2010

gold lead

a row of drips dropping
blowing blowing
feathers over breath
feathers over doom

do you like bubbles?
floating floating
pockets of laughter
pockets of fear

don't fall down flat
stumbling stumbling
feet need to stay
feet need to flee

one day they'll come around
seeing seeing

the precise how it is
of all these feathers
that drip drop slowly down
into gold lead

where are all the alchemists?

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