The Soul selects her own society,
then Shuts the door.
e. dickinson

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Before you say Color is a Consequence of Will & Collision


Its those motions
again, you are
the way it is

when

you say book,

and I want

nothing more

than
to get
published

in the way

that you say it

book

over the cell-phone


and its

locked
somewhere

in the milk glass
reception, it is

so white in there, up

before we came
,before

we were persons
merely talking
about what
it'd b

e like

if we decided
to come down,


and so

we did, and

how post-operose!

that you decided
to take over red

the way you've

said it to me before

you ever
decided to
put it on
"Skittles, too

contains its own
mimesis"

& your skin,
hair

is proof of it.

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