Thursday, September 11, 2008

Black Veil

Residual discomfort
disguised in casual yawns:
hiding in conventions.

How can Morning birth such
visions, tree stark and skin bark,
when night comes always next in line.

Cotton veil-
Unripe
conditioned eyes.

We’re raising a hand to feel it
slide beneath
the conscious within
Self-
less governing.

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