Saturday, November 26, 2011

on the loom

i flew
like a crane
my neck stretched back
calling for calling for you you
through a night
stars and clouds
etched my flight
cold bursting with joy
i stretched my neck again
callingcalling you for you

tracing trees and their samurai leaves
with my wild eye
as i fly
color and breath bleed out

it is only you i long to see
stretched neck
i shout

when a tsunami froths over me
and in my glee
my wings long for sea
harden to fin
i dip again
last calling
for you
you
and i kamikaze in

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