 Thursday, April 14, 2005
He burned his notesfor which Matthews praised him a humble act for a pope he said. For different reasons I'd best burn my notes and the lines that arch-ache into bosom-blossoms of flesh, each nuance chiseled by the light of lanterns held to the holy curves of pistillate flowers. They haunt the inner drawers of a former life and gather in the hid-circuits of this machine. • • • • •
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