Thursday, July 01, 2004

I
go low
as grey light

distance
tears me
from my head

sky
dances sun
so slow now

tunnels
steer me
into the cold

I
go now
where words tear

tired
song slapped
against sound catchers

resistance
moves me
into long voice

night
blurs lines
against open gates

I
go now
into home light

threaded
poured ached
gone and open



- a hay(na)ku written recently for the snapshots project.


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