mardi 10 juillet 2012

holes in the head

the sky is full of holes today
that match those in my head
occasionally i shoot right through
to infinite espace

not a place or a figure
not a plane drawn on a page
not an odorant or colorant
or a dreamworld i create

just espace simple
a moment i become
a peace beyond my thought waves
a miracle of love

like an arrow shot into the air
i know not where i'm bound
but i do not regret the day
that something shot me there

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