Thursday, February 2, 2012

The Licking Essay, chapter I

and and and it is cold to the touch
and falling from great heights
and falling
strips the bark from the branches
and bare like the moon and finally
            shard glass sharp
            will crash to the pavement
and thus with the thousands and thousands
and thousands of tiny
and thousands of tiny         silvery
thousands of tiny and silvery fish

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