I don't write, I paint myself blind with words...diogenes herded...ignorance...gilded cages...filling up on beauty unleashed...free will's maddening fractures...eyes that need to smell to see...
July 11, 2011
Podium Profligacy(my mouth, both feet in it)
picking all the shiny things my seeded wings, where matted leaves wear time sleeved as if hand-clasped, band one moment to the next holding the wave goodbye when I just might not know to keep silent and cut my ears to tooth the wind and say hello...
This:
ReplyDelete"keep silent and
cut my ears
to tooth the wind
and say hello"