Sunday, April 25, 2010

EsCapIng to NiRVaNa

into a mirror-glass
into the sky with clouds above
forms of transport . . . to
awayness,
where vulnerability no longer
crushed me. . .

the inky blue Prussian
mixed with white puffs of
atmosphere
a way. . . it was the water of clouds,
that saved my spirit
so that I could dream
again.


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[posted via iPhone]

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