Tuesday, December 27, 2005

63

from the east it spouts out the sound
it is repanding in this corner
eastern shadows visite me
and

 the angel
he surprised me
tightened me

 against him
released me
tightened me

 against him
released me
and one third time

 and
 he released me
he said
those are your people without memory
you have to profess
and he threw the book

 near my feet
then

 he rose in the sky
like a wire of smoke
to disappeare




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