Tuesday, January 12, 2010

First Poem

Earth seems
to have regained
a certain regal luster.
The void is now prohibited
by law. All the shine
is, in fact, desire, or dawn.
Contentment is sort of real,
in a vague sense. Still,
stillness and the breath
that stays that way.


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