Day 68

3/20/2007

sand trap to go

-- anagram of...

Roaring out of den, in conscience flower's pause
As soft away the steely claws muffles drag of faint shuffle.
Peel back thick back where hardened saddle borne.
Take tea of leafy dome, come cobbled settled sands of sad pillowed rest (risen light again).
Drizzling dented frames volume up reality's obscure.
Only vetted whisper-vents can call cooing calmatives in capture snap.

Attention.

Gears spin, clackety-clack of auld flicker's remorse
Of interstitial emptiness. Will Willie win?

Not around or over will this moment pass.

Symbols' sendentines make minor mark with elders high in former tower haunt.
To den retreat, sad to say.

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