the shape of't

I dreamt I held a poem in the shape of crystal

I believed that I spoke a poem in the shape of crystal

I decided that I thought my poems out of me in the shape of crystal

I ate out of a poem in the shape of crystal

I drank from a poem in the shape of crystal and held in my crystalline hands

I thought that I had made a poem in the shape of crystal

I resisted the desire to make myself in the shape of crystal

I desisted

ecr. l'inf.




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Published on July 14, 2011 19:53
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