Saturday, February 04, 2012

Any Sky




will do as long as it’s
some wherever place
we call each other different names
like shiny angels beyond,
reaching past the world’s
stern bottom lines.
In unmarked space there’s just
more open circulation,
hope like a sun-wide morning,
rosy blameless vision,
all translucent and aglow,
in the heart of amygdala charged
reverie.

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