Sunday, February 11, 2007

~she spoke with aquinias, he told her to go home, to wait~

she spoke with Aquinas he told her to go home, to wait

she ate persimmons
midst white noise

bared in
mirrored reality

rousing peaks
details clamored, oscillated

high to low
low to high

equalizers balanced
giant birdseeded ledges

garnered breasts
swollen heart
pacing
midst white noise

(Quesinberry-2002)

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