Thursday, May 24, 2012

haibun || Sheila E. Murphy

More of the daylight, equalized, occurs in lullabies. Pacific shingles
lattice how the source is built. More shields sinking means
the premises are locked down as the antonym of our mentality. More
of the dampness breaks away from surfaces, minds filled with
other minds. More tonnage fortifies smooth walks across the vast
place codifying feasts and whelps. More yarn, more lodes
to muse upon, about, around. More gardens than the eye can count. 
More of the same estrangement. More feeble in the freshness near 
tormented gardens. More of appearance-driven heat and swarms 
and stay-put butterflies. 

Miranda rights, modalities, mown hay drawn sheets of mercy

Sheila E. Murphy

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