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...
August 18, 2011
the corner joiced moon bent between two rooves , carpenter bees and trees crick rustle past midnight ,hooves scattere
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